let the woman go. Clearly, she
wasn’t lying. She had no clue what her sister was up to. Hell, she
didn’t know where Ginger was, which in theory meant she was of no
use to him.
The potential was there, however. Ginger
could eventually contact her sister and Nate would love to be close
by when that happened. If he could get the sister on his side, tell
her everything and stress what kind of risk Ginger was putting
herself in, maybe Janelle would help him.
She’d been hostile since the moment he
realized she wasn’t Ginger. Reluctant to talk, reluctant to look
him in the eye, she’d been uncooperative at best. Even a little
snippy.
The worst of it? He couldn’t get over how
beautiful she was. She resembled her sister somewhat. Whereas
Ginger had ashen skin and her eyes were dull, Janelle sparkled.
Beautiful, intelligent blue-green eyes, glowing golden skin and a
body that wouldn’t quit, she’d tempted him those few moments in his
lap.
Who was he kidding, she was still tempting.
He watched as she shrugged her coat on, stuffing the discarded bra
in her pocket. She cinched the belt around her slim waist, her lush
lips in a straight line, eyes narrowed and he knew she was pissed
that he wouldn’t let her go.
“Are you taking me to the police station?”
she asked, her voice tight.
“Why don’t we grab a cup of coffee and I’ll
let you in on what’s going on?” The station on a Saturday night
would be a madhouse. He didn’t want to try and talk to her amidst
the chaos.
“I don’t want to grab a cup of coffee.” She
glared at him, hostility written all over her face. The woman
clearly couldn’t stand him.
A damn shame, since he couldn’t say the same
about her. That moment when he’d pulled her against him and told
the jackass to buzz off, she’d felt damn good, her warm and curvy
body nestled against his.
Maybe it was lack of sex that was making him
think with his dick. Something he never did with any female
involved in a police investigation ever . He’d been hanging
out at that so-called gentleman’s club for a couple of months,
surrounded by beautiful and not so beautiful near-naked women on an
almost nightly basis. Not a one of them made him react the way this
one did.
What made her so damn special?
“I’ll tell you what’s going on with Ginger.
You’ll want to hear this,” he promised. The elevator doors opened
and they walked inside together, Nate hitting the button for the
lobby.
A weary sigh escaped her. “I can’t be her
keeper forever. I love my sister, detective, but our relationship
is...frustrating. She needs to take care of herself, rather than me
always running behind her, sweeping up her messes.”
She sounded bitter and irritated. He
couldn’t blame her. After observing Ginger for a solid month, she
was nothing but trouble. Completely irresponsible and barely able
to function, she’d probably given her family a run for their money
her entire life.
“Your sister’s life could be at risk if you
don’t at least get me into contact with her. I’m serious.” Nate
watched her, wanting her to understand how important this was.
“Billy Diaz is big time, and she’s deeply involved with some of
his—business ventures.”
“What, drugs? I know she has a drug problem.
She’s been to rehab once already.” Another resigned sigh escaped
her.
“Not just drugs.”
“What more could there be?”
The elevator doors slid open and they exited
side by side. “I’ll tell you if you have that cup of coffee with
me.”
She stopped, causing him to stop as well. “I
feel like you’re threatening me.”
“Not at all. You’re helping me, doing your
part in a police investigation. And you’re getting a free cup of
coffee out of the deal.” He smiled, trying to throw on a little
charm. The look on her face said she wasn’t falling for it.
“Fine, I’ll have one cup, that’s it.”
This woman was definitely the take no
bullshit type. Completely different from her