Dead and Disorderly (Behind the Blue Line Series Book 2) Read Online Free PDF

the spread. With more trepidation than she’d ever admit to, she turned it over and hung her head. Apparently all the fates were laughing hysterically, right at her. She set the card down and sighed, deeply. The Lovers, in the upright position, it didn’t get much clearer than that. “Of course.”
     

     
    With the last of his errant runaways returned to their parents, Nico found he had not terribly much to do at work. That was a good thing, since he had barely slept since he’d parted company with Nahia. She was…he shook his head and laughed at himself, since he was still unable to think of a word that fully encompassed the force of nature that was Nahia.
    Between her and the events of the previous night, his brain hadn’t slowed down enough to even look at sleep, much less engage in it. Between racing down her curves and trying to figure out what the hell was going on with the disembodied voice, his mind was exhausted.
    He sighed, his lips automatically smiling at the mere thought of her. She was unconventionally stunning, and there was nothing more he could say about it. The way her jeans clung to her ass, her legs, her…he wasn’t objectifying a woman he barely knew, really, Nico chastised himself. He was just so struck by her, and not just her looks. Her intellect, her quirky personality, it was all so different and captivated, and now he was mooning like a twelve-year-old boy. Great .
    Looking over his excruciatingly organized desk, he decided to bite the bullet. He wasn’t sure he wanted to know, at least in the in-depth concrete way, what happened at that house. The whole idea of it was creepy and disturbing. The scientific side of him was inordinately curious about the origin of the voice last night, and the slamming door. He wasn’t one to necessarily believe in ghosts in the first place, having had no such experience before, and now… Hell, now he didn’t know what to believe. Was it a ghost? Maybe. Could she communicate with them? Given last night’s performance, probably. Could she really help this restless soul? He had no freakin’ clue.
    At war with his scientific side was his more philosophical side. Should he really be looking into this? Did he believe helping her would accomplish anything? He couldn’t deny the creepy feelings he’d had in the place, which had only intensified as they’d gone upstairs. Honestly, he’d half-expected them to find the walls completely drenched in blood or something equally visually traumatic, and had been relieved to find the place merely dusty. But setting the spirit free? He still wasn’t entirely sold.
    Still, Nico found himself sifting through property records and police reports in hopes of bringing some info with him when he met up with Nahia later on that evening. He didn’t want to disappoint her, that much both sides of his personality could agree on readily. The fact that she’d agreed to his offer of help was impressive enough, since she was obviously not used to working with rookies in the field, but the thought of coming to her empty-handed was just unconscionable.
    It was a long afternoon, filled with police and newspaper reports of lurid tales of murder, familial intrigue, and mayhem, and while he wasn’t entirely surprised given the house’s age and overall feel when he’d been there, he knew it would make Nahia happy. He was just grabbing his suit jacket to go when his phone went off, and the information he received had him cursing the gods. In addition to his spot in missing persons, he served another, equally important function within the police department: that of a negotiator.
    Highly skilled due to his Master’s in Psychology, and specially trained, when subjects were barricaded inside their houses or hostages taken, and SWAT needed assistance securing a peaceful and bloodshed-free outcome to the situation, he was one of the people called to respond. Especially when he was the on-call for it. Dammit .
    His regret was palpable, and