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slender hands atop the file folders on her desk. “I was in the process of my routine morning check of the aisles.” A snapshot image of Dr. Dresden’s lifeless body flashed in her mind. “At first I thought it was a pile of clothing left behind by the cleaning crew last night. But obviously it wasn’t.” She focused on Emily, took in her outfit.
    Emily shifted her body weight. “What are the police saying?”
    â€œThey say it’s an apparent accident. He must have gotten dizzy and fallen from the top of the ladder.”
    Emily tilted her mop of red hair to the side. “You don’t sound as if you believe that.”
    Felicia’s lips pinched into a tight line of concentration. She’d spewed her theory to an allegedly experienced detective and he’d shot her down. There was certainly no point in sharing her suspicions and having them spread like influenza through the staff.
    â€œI have no reason not to believe them. Do you?”
    Emily’s face flushed. Her long red lashes batted over her eyes so rapidly they could cool a room. “Uh, no, of course not. I was just wondering.” Her smile flickered around the edges like a bulb ready to blow.
    Felicia studied Emily for a moment. The red in the dress is too bold for her pale skin . “Well, I’m sure the police are on top of it.” She pushed out a long breath.
    Emily nodded. “I’d better get back to work.” She turned for the door.
    â€œWe’re still working on Dr. Dresden’s project, so please continue documenting the data.”
    â€œOf course.” She slipped out as quietly as she crept in.
    For several moments Felicia stared at the closed door. The events of her day marched across her line of vision like dutiful soldiers. She knew she was right about Dr. Dresden. She felt it way down in the pit of her stomach. And if that handsome asshole Mark Rizzo wasn’t going to do anything about it, then she would.

Chapter Five
    Mark sat behind his cluttered desk writing up his report on the death at the library. Cut and dry, he kept telling himself as he pecked his way through the report on the computer keys. Yet, even as he tried to convince himself of his belief, he couldn’t help but wonder how much validity he could place in Felicia Swift’s assertion that it was not an accident.
    His thick fingers paused over the keys. Visions of Felicia’s exquisite legs crisscrossed in front of him. “They sure don’t make librarians like they used to,” he muttered.
    â€œSay something?” his desk partner asked.
    Mark glanced up. Eddie McKnight had been on the detective squad since—well, since the beginning of time. He was the oldest guy on the force and for some reason he was still collecting a salary instead of a pension. The bottom line was Eddie had a nose for digging out information that escaped everyone else. And losing him to a leisurely life of fishing and Medicare wasn’t something that Captain “Hardass” was ready to deal with.
    Mark leaned forward. His dark brows drew together as he rocked his jaw back and forth while he decided how silly what he was about to say was going to sound.
    â€œGot a call this morning about a dead guy over at the library.”
    Eddie bobbed his gray head. “Yeah, heard something about that.”
    â€œAnyhow, I figure it’s pretty open and shut, ya know. Old guy falls off a ladder and cracks his head, ya know.”
    Eddie nodded. “But that ain’t all, I take it.”
    Mark rocked his jaw again. “See there’s this broad…a woman, a librarian—”
    Eddie chuckled. “Figured there had to be a woman involved.”
    Mark scowled. “It’s not like that.”
    â€œNot yet, but go ’head.”
    â€œAnyhow, seems she really knew this doctor—the dead guy—and she swears it couldn’t have been an accident.” He flipped open his notes.