Shadow of Doubt (An SBG Novel Book 2) Read Online Free PDF

One of my room service attendants entered the suite this morning to deliver a breakfast order Mr. Colin Harris prearranged and discovered him dead in his bed.”
Audible swallow.
“The blood . . .”
    Oh shit.
    Ted stopped the tape. “The rest is just the operator keeping him on the line until the police arrived.”
    Ted clicked the “Play” icon on the video.
    A shaky image from some type of handheld camera showed the Senator’s son, Colin, strolling along the sidewalk in front of the hotel. The cameraman must have been positioned at least four floors up based on the angle and lack of close zoom. The woman Colin escorted weaved and bobbed, obviously drunk. Her long-sleeved, mid-length black dress showcased a pair of generous hips, making Cappy straighten and take notice. A pair of heels dangled from her right hand and she barely missed smacking the doorman in the head with them. She giggled and petted the uniformed man before Colin pulled her inside. The video faded to black then reappeared with a blurry image of a darkened hotel suite.
    The cameraman was now level with the room.
    Cappy’s phone rang again. This time he needed no encouragement to ignore it.
    Lights flashed on and the camera’s autofocus sharpened to catch the couple laughing in the foyer as Colin closed and locked the door. The cameraman zoomed in and Cappy’s pulse began to race. He must have made a sound because Ted whipped around to cast a quizzical expression at him. He ignored it and narrowed his eyes on the screen.
    The woman straightened and tossed her shoes and purse on top of an ottoman near the door. She turned and the cameraman got a clear shot of her face. Cappy’s heart froze.
Son of a bitch
. The face of both his nightmares and dreams now stared at him. Michelle Alger of Laurel, Delaware with a rainbow butterfly tattoo on her left hip.
    She tottered farther into the living room area just as Colin pulled a bottle of champagne out of a silver ice bucket and held it up. Michelle clapped a hand across her mouth and laughed, bending at the waist. Cappy gripped his coffee mug. The oily SOB peered right down the front of her modest dress. Colin popped the cork and Cappy imagined hearing the startled shriek accompanying Michelle’s laughter. Colin poured two glasses and Michelle grabbed one overflowing with bubbles.
    She went to wipe her hand but Colin quickly grabbed it and licked the sparkling wine off her fingers.
    “This guy’s smooth,” Grady murmured. “That was definitely a practiced move.”
    Cappy had no words suitable so he kept his mouth shut. He had no right to feel the volcano brewing inside him but it built just the same. He wasn’t on a mission to rescue her anymore. She was a grown woman. It wasn’t his job to save her from making stupid choices like the one he witnessed in front of him now.
    Michelle had barely taken a sip when Colin pulled her glass away and placed it on an end table. He dropped onto the couch and held his arms up. She hesitated, biting her lower lip, then laughed when he grabbed her and pulled her on top of him. The fabric of her skirt was loose enough, allowing her to straddle him. He wasted no time plunging his tongue into her mouth and running his hands all over her.
    Cappy had to consciously work at loosening his fingers before he dented the stainless steel thermos. Her posture appeared stiff and awkward but Colin didn’t seem to care as he practically mauled her for God knew how long.
    Finally, when Cappy didn’t think he could take any more, Colin rolled forward, helping Michelle stand unsteadily, then heaved himself up. He grabbed the champagne bottle and ushered her toward a doorway.
    Lights went on in the next room.
    The bedroom, of course, because those Fate bitches hated him. Cappy swallowed and told himself he had to watch no matter what happened next.
    Michelle took the bottle from Colin, weaved to the windows, placed it on a table, then pulled the curtains shut. Thank God.
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