The Profiler's Daughter (Sky Stone Thriller Series) Read Online Free PDF

Nantucket before the day was over.
    "Are we mad at him?" Molly gave Sky a cheerful look.
    “No, Detective O’Toole is our friend.” Sky turned the tape recorder back on. “Molly, you told Noah you wanted to go home. Did you go home right away?”
    Molly shook her head. “Noah put some more bologna on my hook. We fished.”
    “Did you hear anything while you were fishing?”
    “Noah peed in the water and it made a loud noise.” Molly giggled.
    “Is that all you heard?”
    “He farted,” Molly whispered.
    “Is there anything else I should ask you, Molly?”
    The child cocked her head and looked at the ceiling. “Nope.”
    “You’ll probably remember more things,” Sky said. “When you do, will you tell your mommy?”
    “Yes.” Molly sank into the chair with a sigh.
    Sky pulled the stuffed toy from her coat pocket. “Got something for you. We might need to talk again, you and me. Okay?”
    Molly hugged the bear and gave Sky a conspiratorial nod. "You and me," she chirped, flashing that perfect, dimpled smile.
    Sky scooped the child up in her arms and buried her face in Molly's tangled hair. She breathed in, just for a moment, Molly's warm, fresh scent.
    The ripping sensation in her chest intensified as Sky carried Molly down the stairs. She set the child on the wooden bench next to Noah and handed Mrs. Payne her business card. “Call me if the kids mention anything.” Sky had to clear her throat. “Anything at all.” She hurried out, before it was too late.
    "What's the matter with her?" Mrs. Payne’s' nasal whine trailed after Sky as she pushed through the swinging door.
    Moving down the linoleum hallway, Sky slipped inside a small bathroom hidden under a little-used stairway near the back exit and bolted the door.
    She examined the cracks on the wall in front of her. The deepest fissure led decisively north before splintering into spidery veins that bled vaguely toward the northeast corner.
    The interview had gone reasonably well. Molly was observant, accommodating.
    Sky soaked a brown paper towel in icy tap water and held it against her eyes until the sensation in her chest subsided.
    Studying her reflection in the blotchy mirror, Sky decided that Candace was right. She wasn't doing well.
    Get through this meeting. Then get out.
    This was a short list. She could manage this list.
    Sky unlocked the bathroom door and headed toward the conference room, repeating the list like a mantra.

CHAPTER FIVE
    Sky slipped into the briefing room and sat next to Kyle at the conference table. Across from her sat veteran detective Angel Butera, discussing the likelihood that the new secretary in evidence had breast implants.
    Sky decided, not for the first time, that nobody seemed less angelic than Angel Butera. His balding buzz-cut and tight brown suit gave him the look of a pro wrestler dressed for brunch. She didn't recognize the fresh-faced young man with the blonde boy scout haircut sitting next to Butera.
    "What's she doing here?" Butera shifted awkwardly in his seat. "I thought she retired."
    Sky decided to ignore the snub but Kyle looked up from his folder and offered a gap-toothed grin. "What's the matter, Butera? Balls still bruised from the Wigglesworth case?"
    “You smartass Irish fuck.” Butera shot out of his chair with startling speed and lunged toward Kyle.
    Kyle dropped his folder and rolled his chair back as Butera belly-flopped across the conference table. Kyle watched like a cat for the next move, but Butera was done. He sat down heavily and ran a handkerchief over his lumpy brow.
    Kyle slid his chair back to the table, retrieved the folder from the floor, and resumed reading.
    Some things hadn’t changed during Sky’s year on Nantucket. Kyle still baited, Butera still bit.
    The blonde stranger’s eyes were on her. Sky avoided the young man's earnest gaze and slipped around the conference table for a closer look at the glossy photographs tacked on the bulletin