Coop asked with a laugh, his words
running together. “Tel your sister I’m sorry I embarrassed
her at work.”
Wes frowned. Coop was wild for Carlotta, just like Peter
Ashford, and Jack Terry were—poor saps. “I wil .” When a
dial tone sounded in his ear, Wesley slowly disconnected
the call. He shook his head to clear it, trying to process
what Coop had just told him. The police suspected Coop of
kil ing al those women? Wesley tried the idea on for size,
his mind wandering back over all the crime scenes on
which he’d been a body mover. No, he couldn’t believe it.
Coop would never do something so gruesome. He’d never
hurt anybody, much less a woman.
So why would the police arrest Coop if they didn’t have
evidence of his guilt?
He turned on the broken television and tuned into CNN
Headline News. Sure enough, a “Breaking News” banner
scrol ed across the screen that a suspect in The Charmed
Kil er case had been taken into custody. He watched,
incredulous, at the footage of a handcuffed Coop being led
to a police car. His head was down and the one time he
looked at the camera, Coop looked unfocused and
disheveled.
Wes punched in Liz’s number and paced in an attempt to
walk off some of his buzz, just to cut through the Oxy fog.
After a few rings, Liz answered.
“Hel o?”
Like Pavlov’s dog, his dick jumped. Liz was a great lay. “Liz,
it’s Wes.”
“Hi,” she said, sounding surprised. “I didn’t expect to hear
from you.”
“Are you back in town?”
“I’m driving back now. I’d like to see you.”
Inexplicably, the face of Meg Vincent popped into his
mind, probably because he’d inadvertently shouted his
cock-tease coworker’s name the last time he’d bal ed
Liz…not that Liz had minded. “Uh, sure. Actually, though,
I’m calling for a friend of mine.”
“Oh?”
“Do you remember Cooper Craft?”
“The body mover who used to be Coroner?”
“Yeah. He was just arrested and he needs an attorney. He
called me and asked about you.”
“I don’t handle DUI’s, Wes.”
“Do you handle murder?”
“Murder?”
“This is nuts, but apparently, they think Coop’s The
Charmed Kil er.”
Liz was silent for two heartbeats. “When did this happen?”
“Within the hour, I think.”
“Bye, Wes. I’l be in touch.”
He ended the call and continued watching the news, losing
count of the number of times Coop’s name was
mentioned. Poor Coop. And Carlotta must be going out of
her mind. He picked up the phone and pul ed up her
number, wondering if he should hold off tel ing her about
the bug he’d found.
As he listened to her phone ring, Wes wiped sweat from
his forehead with his sleeve. It would be nice if the Wrens
could winnow things down to just one crisis at a time.
3
“I always had a bad feeling about Craft,” Peter said.
Carlotta looked up at her first love and former fiancé in
dismay. When fugitive Michael Lane had broken into their
townhouse and had been living in their parents’ room
unbeknownst to her and Wesley, Carlotta had grateful y
accepted Peter’s invitation to stay in one of his spare
bedrooms while the police processed the town home as a
crime scene and Wesley installed a security system. But
after only a week and a half, she was starting to rethink
her living arrangements. Peter would be happy, she
realized, if she gave up her friends, and forgot all about
the life and the relationships she’d built after he’d dumped
her.
“Peter, Coop isn’t The Charmed Kil er. He wouldn’t hurt
anyone.”
“Not if he was in his right mind,” Peter said gently. “But
people change under the influence of drugs and alcohol.
Even nice people can do terrible things. The police must
have evidence or they wouldn’t have arrested him.”
“They arrested you for Angela’s murder, and you were
innocent,” she reminded him.
“The police had a reason to arrest me—I confessed,
remember?”
She