Radclyffe - Oath of Honor

office alone.

v

At the tap on her partially closed door, Wes expected to see one

of the WHMU staff. She half rose when she recognized Cameron

Roberts.

“Sorry to bother you, Captain,” Cam said.

“No—please come in.” Wes walked around her desk and extended

her hand. Roberts, dressed casually in gray trousers and a black sweater,

entered and shut the door behind her. Her dark eyes bore the same

intense focus Wes had seen in every photo of her. Remembering her

from the wedding, Wes suspected the only time her gaze ever softened

was when she looked at Blair Powell. A flare of envy caught her by

surprise and she quickly doused it. “Wes Masters.”

“Cam Roberts. Do you have a moment?”

“Of course. Have a seat.” Wes indicated the chairs in front of her

desk and sat down.

“What do you make of O’Shaughnessy’s autopsy report?” Cam

asked.Right to business. This was ground she understood, and after the

upheaval on the personal front, welcome ground. She needed to get

her head back where it belonged. “On the surface, there aren’t any red

flags.”

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“He was fifty-one. His last physical exam four months ago included

a stress test. That was normal,” Cam said.

“Yes. That bothers me too.” Wes frowned. “ On the surface

things look straightforward. An arrhythmia, on the other hand, could

account for sudden death, and there are often no precipitating signs or

symptoms.”

“And no way to tell on the postmortem?”

“Exactly.”

“Could an arrhythmia be drug induced?”

“Of course—although the most effective way would be by

injection, and he’d likely be aware of that. You suspect his death was

a homicide?”

Cam shrugged. “I don’t like coincidences. Len’s unexpected death

happening when we have a security breach is a little too convenient to

ignore.”

“What would be the goal? The WHMU has other capable medical

team members.”

“Could be something as simple as disrupting the flow so any move

against POTUS would be handled less than efficiently.”

Wes had used much the same reasoning when she’d agreed with

Evyn they shouldn’t mix business with pleasure. Considered rationally,

the argument was weak. “Seems like a big risk for small gain.”

“Agreed. The more likely scenario is that Len noticed something,

or suspected something. Assuming he wasn’t our leak and his contacts

decided to eliminate him.”

“Do you suspect him?”

“I suspect everyone,” Cam said flatly. “Except you. But Len—not

really. I’ve been running extended checks on every member of PPD, the

WHMO, and the WHMU. Nothing turns up for Len other than a quiet

affair with one of the nurses.”

Wes straightened. “Who?”

“Jennifer Pattee.”

“Really.”

“What?”

Wes laughed wryly. So much for gaydar. “Never mind.”

“Do you trust your instincts, Wes?”

“Professionally, yes.” Wes thought of Evyn—she trusted her

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instincts about Evyn too. Evyn was totally worthy of trust and

confidence, in all ways.

“So tell me what you think about Lieutenant Pattee.”

Wes hesitated, then decided her personal embarrassment was

unimportant. “I had the feeling the lieutenant was more interested in

female partners. I could be totally wrong in that—or maybe she’s bi.”

“Has she expressed a personal interest in you?”

“I thought so. As I said—”

“I’m just gathering information, Wes. As a newcomer, you’re

more likely to make an unbiased observation. Anything that seems off

to you might be important.”

“I understand.”

Cam sat forward. “A puncture site is pretty easy to miss in an

autopsy, isn’t it?”

“Yes—very. And we won’t have the tox screens back for another

week or so. Without some evidence of drug administration, we don’t

have any reason to exhume his body. I’d hate to put his family through

that.”“I don’t want to do that either if it isn’t necessary. I’ll see about

expediting the tox results,” Cam said.

“Excellent.”

“Could the injection go unnoticed by the recipient—say if he was

distracted?”

“Possibly. Airjet injection is nearly painless.”

“Peter Chang was working out with Len the day he died. He would

also have been Len’s most likely successor if Lucinda hadn’t insisted

on going outside for a new chief.”

“I didn’t know that.” Wes tried to see Peter Chang as a traitor.

She couldn’t, but she didn’t see anyone in the WHMU as capable of

betrayal. “This is ugly.”

Cam’s mouth hardened. “We just have to see it doesn’t get

uglier.”

v

“You can pull over here,” Evyn told the cabbie, pointing to a spot

up the street from Louise’s. She paid the fare and got out, jumping over

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a mound of slush at the curb. The snow had stopped but the streets were

still a mess. The wind was wet on her neck—the miserable weather

fit her mood. Her life had gone from orderly and uncomplicated to

confusing and crazy-making overnight. Literally. Hell, she’d gone to

bed with Wes Masters. Worse, she wanted to again. Right now. Her

body hummed like a live wire looking to ground out on the nearest

surface. If she so much as brushed a hand over herself, she’d probably

come. That was a first. She’d always had great control—being sexually

in charge was like being captain of the team. Calling the game, knowing

just when to pull the trigger for the perfect score.

Not so with Wes—all Wes had to do was look at her and she

was ready to explode. The whole airplane ride had been torture—the

sweetest torture she’d ever experienced. Wes had slept on her shoulder,

something Gary had done a million times. Andrea too—a smoking-hot

blonde who usually worked a different shift. Andrea had also slept in

Evyn’s bed a few times, when they’d been coming off a detail in the

ass-end of nowhere and killing time until they could get home. She

didn’t get hot and sweaty and ache to come in her jeans when Andrea

nestled her cheek against her shoulder. She didn’t long to slide her arm

around Andrea and run her fingers through her hair either. Hell, she

didn’t want that with Louise, which was maybe why she was standing

in the foyer of Louise’s building right now.

She pressed Louise’s buzzer. Louise opened the door and gave

Evyn a curious look. “Hi. Come on in.”

Feeling just a little bit foolish, Evyn followed her inside. “Sorry

to drop by like this.”

“That’s okay. I was just about to open a bottle of wine. Are you

hungry?”

“No, I don’t want to put you out—”

“Don’t be silly. It’s no bother.” Louise walked through the

apartment to the kitchen, and Evyn followed, wondering why she had

come and realizing what she was about to say was completely unlike

her. Louise looked great in dance leggings and a tank top. She was

barefoot, and her hair was loose. She was everything Evyn liked in a

woman—smart, accomplished, great sense of humor, super body, and

generous in bed. To make it even better, she was undemanding and

independent.

So what was she doing here?

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“Listen, before you pour that wine, I should probably tell you I

stopped by to break our date.”

Louise turned, the wine bottle in one hand and a corkscrew in the

other. She leaned back against the counter and gave Evyn an appraising

look. “Okay. Usually people just call.”

“And I guess the excuse that I was just in the neighborhood really

doesn’t fly,” Evyn said ruefully. She rested her shoulder on the doorjamb

and ran a hand through her hair. “So, I’m feeling a little dumb here. You

want me to go?”

Louise laughed. “No. I want you to stay and have a glass of wine

and something to eat. How does stir-fry sound?”

Evyn’s stomach rumbled and she blushed. “Well, it sounds great,

but—”

“Evyn,” Louise said, crossing the small space between them and

kissing her on the cheek. “I think you’re great. We have a wonderful

time together. But we never promised anything, and I don’t have any

expectations.”

“It’s just that—” Evyn was more confused now than she had been

a few minutes before. Louise must be even more bewildered. Time to

stop dancing around the issue. “I’m thinking we might not be intimate

again.”

“Ah.” Louise studied her. “It’s not something I said or did, is it?”

“No, you’re great,” Evyn said quickly. “I’m being a total ass,

aren’t I? I’m not explaining anything really very well. I’m not even

sure why I’m here.”

“Don’t apologize.” Louise smiled a little sadly. “That you would

come here to tell me this, face-to-face, is one of the reasons I’m sorry

we have to stop at friendship.”

“Ah hell—”

“But there’s no law against two people who like each other being

friends, is there?” Louise brushed her fingers over Evyn’s shoulder. “I

like you, aside from the great sex.”

Evyn blushed. “It’s official. I am an ass.”

“Quite possibly.” Louise laughed and poured a glass of red wine.

“Have some of this while I cook and tell me what’s going on.”

Evyn sipped wine and started to relax. “I don’t know what’s

going on. Nothing, really. That’s what makes this whole thing sort of

ridiculous.”

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“Uh-huh,” Louise said, taking food from the refrigerator and pans

from underneath the sleek counter. “But you’re here, so why don’t you

start with what got you here.”

“I just got back from a detail. It was a little crazy. One of my team

members got into trouble.” Just saying that much made her faintly sick.

The recurring image of Wes sinking deeper into the water came back

sharp and clear. Adrenaline surged through her blood and a coppery

taste filled her mouth.

Louise glanced over her shoulder and paused in her food prep.

“You sound like it was really bad. I’m sorry.”

Evyn sucked in a breath. “She’s fine now. It was just tense there

for a couple of minutes. That sort of thing happens. It’s part of the

job.”“I guess it probably is. I got the sense you never really wanted to

talk about it, so I never pressed. If you want to tell me more—”

“Sorry. I guess I’ve never really shared much of anything.”

“And I never asked you to. So we’re okay on that score. Go

ahead—you just got back from a tough assignment. And?”

“And there’s this woman…”

Louise smiled. “Isn’t there always? Sometimes they really turn

your head around, don’t they?”

Evyn laughed. “You’d think I was new at this.”

Louise regarded her thoughtfully. “Maybe you are?”

“I think you might be right.” Where Wes was concerned, she sure