Bleed (Detective Ellie MacIntosh) Read Online Free PDF

had to get away from it. It wasn’t healthy for either of us. When I found those bodies, my first thought was that he’d done it, and it gave me a sick feeling because I knew why.”
    “It would be really nice if we knew why as well.” Grasso was polite, but Ellie sensed the same edginess he felt. There was something a bit off.
    “He knew they were here because he’d hired them to kill me.” Greta looked away, hands clasped, her expression poignant. “He told me at the last minute he couldn’t go through with it, but it was too late. The money had been paid and the phones ditched so there was only one way to stop it. He knew about the disabled alarm because he’d arranged it all, and he got in and … waited.”
    “You said he didn’t have the code.”
    “I lied. I never believed for a minute he would do anything like this.”
    Her partner glanced over and Ellie slightly lifted her shoulders. It was entirely possible. “So he killed the two men he’d hired. What else did he say?”
    “That he’d decided to do it himself. That is when I grabbed the gun and shot him.”
    “He said he was going to kill you?”
    “He did.”
    “There is no thirty-eight-caliber pistol registered to your ex-husband, Ms. Garrison.”
    “If you are asking me where he got it, I have no idea. If you think a Hollywood producer doesn’t have contacts, Detective MacIntosh, then you would be mistaken yet again.”
    “She’s done.” Two men came into the living room, one of them Greta’s all-too-familiar manager, the other younger, polished, briefcase in hand … attorney. Ellie recognized that faint sardonic smile. They all seemed to have it. The young man said smoothly, “Ms. Garrison will give you a statement tomorrow. I think she’s been through enough this evening unless you wish to charge her with a crime.”
    “At this time, no.” Ellie got to her feet. “But the district attorney might have a different take on it. The claim of self-defense is duly noted, but until we hear back from the processing of the scene and the ME, not to mention we’ve been trying to trace the victim’s movements for the past three days, Ms. Garrison needs to be available for further questioning. Understood?”
    Greta’s lawyer inclined his head. “Keep in touch, Detective MacIntosh.”

 
    11:00 A.M. , next day
    The receptionist, thin, mid-fifties, and obviously efficient, looked at Ellie’s credentials carefully and then nodded. “Dr. Lukens is with her last patient before lunch, Detectives. I don’t interrupt her sessions unless there is an emergency, so if you’ll have a seat, as soon as this light”—she pointed to a device on her desk—“blinks to tell me the patient has left, I’ll let her know you want a word. We have a separate waiting area from the exit door for privacy purposes.”
    Carl wasn’t sure the discipline of psychiatry really helped anyone, his skepticism based on the fact that paying someone to nod and listen to your ramblings seemed like a waste of money to him. The department had tried to force him to get therapy to make sure he wasn’t suffering from any kind of PTSS from having shot and killed two criminals who thoroughly deserved it, but he’d refused. If asked what he took away from the experience, he’d have said probably that he believed remorse was overrated.
    He’d shot them, and he doubted anyone mourned them.
    Ellie picked up a magazine and began to thumb through it while he checked his messages on his phone. One of them was interesting as hell.
    He listened to it twice and then pushed a button as he turned to his partner. “I just got a message from forensics. The ballistics on the bullets that killed the two intruders match the one from the gun that killed Sam Garrison last night.”
    Holding a copy of National Geographic, Ellie took a moment to digest that, her brow slightly furrowed, her eyes a vivid hazel and full of interest. More and more Carl thought her boyfriend was a pretty lucky