SEIZED Part 2: Steamy Romantic Suspense (Seize Me Romance Fiction Series) Read Free

movements over the last three days. Think they can swing it?”
    “No problem.” She stamps my paperwork and passes the bags over to an assistant who comes to the doorway.
    “It’s at the front of the queue now, Detective. Sit tight.”
    I breathe a sigh of relief. The woman is notoriously stubborn, and incredibly fair. The last time someone tried to bribe her with a mocha latte and a muffin, she told them to go to hell.
    “Thanks Walker.”
    She nods and gets on with her business. It looks like the lab Gods are nodding in my favor, even if the rest of the universe is going to shit. Now I just need to come clean with Lieutenant Jacob about Carrie.
    I get back downstairs, and Jacob isn’t in her office, so I head back to the cage and make notes on the new information. I’ve still got the tissue that Carrie scrawled the numbers down on. I search them out on the database. Both are unlisted, but when I authorize a department search I find that one is a Times Square location.
    No surprise here—the first number is the office line at Caliber, and the second is from a company called Blue Star Office Supplies, located in Brooklyn. I suspect it was Jessup trying to get hold of April from two different places, but there’s hardly anything criminal about an uncle calling his niece—except that she was purposely ignoring his calls. It’s interesting, but it’s not the case breaker I was hoping for. Fuck . The anger rises up again, and I look down at my hands on the keyboard, trying to steady them.
    I take some time is to look more closely into April’s background and personal history. I check her social media pages and her high school records. Articles about her parents’ car crash come up, and some pictures of April and her parents at her high school graduation. There’s a listing with a photo of April at the Veterinary clinic where she works. I examine the other staff members, wondering who she was close to. If she’s not telling Carrie everything, there may be someone else she’s confiding in. Probably one of the other nurses.
    It doesn’t look like April has much to hide, but I can go deeper. There are records somewhere from her state-approved grief counseling sessions. Normally I’d need to get a warrant to access people’s information like this. This is clearly a situation where she’s in danger, so I bypass the permissions page with my password and click through to her session notes.
    I’ve been to my fair share of counselors on account of this job, and I can tell from the first session that April didn’t want to be there. The therapist notes her as reluctant to participate and unwilling to explore deeper issues around her grief. April only went to two sessions before she stopped showing up all together.
    She’s noted as having a classic case of repressed grief, presenting in general anxiety. There’s no documentation of the reasons. This information lines up with what Carrie mentioned about April being a worrier, and I’m surprised Carrie even managed to convince her to come to New York for a girl’s mini break.
    Reading further, I see April has contributed several articles to a local blog on dog care and the importance of spaying and neutering. Her writing is passionate, even though it’s not a topic I’d read about. There are also pictures of her with a Golden Retriever, looking vibrant and happy.
    This must have been before her parents died. In every photo since then, April looks pale and worried. She’s tagged in a few group photos on Facebook and there’s one guy who shows up more than once. I follow the tags to his page and see that he has a girlfriend already. If they were having an affair, it certainly wouldn’t be laid out on Facebook.
    There’s still nothing solid to follow. April’s posts are few and far between, and most of them are animal-related. She doesn’t seem to have any other social media accounts. Her personal files will take a little more effort, but I decide now’s the