Liquid Smoke (Noah Braddock, Book 3)
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Private eye Noah Braddock has finally found peace in his once tumultuous relationship with Detective Liz Santangelo and has called a tentative truce with his alcoholic mother, Carolina. So when lawyer Darcy Gill demands that he look into a hopeless death row case, he's more interested in catching some waves before San Diego's rare winter weather takes hold. Then Darcy plays her trump card: the man scheduled to dieconvicted of killing two men in cold bloodis the father Noah never knew.
chair, and smashed the pitcher into Gus’s head. It disintegrated into a fine mist of water and glass when it hit his temple. His teeth snapped together like a bear trap, and he fell to the ground. I looked at Ross, who was no longer smiling. “Is Moffitt coming or do we need to go find him?” I asked. Ross glanced at his partner. Gus was clutching the side of his head as blood percolated out of his mouth, his eyes shut tight in pain. “I’ll go get Mr. Moffitt,” Ross said. Carter stood. “We’ll go
desk. Moffitt hesitated for a moment, then reached over and repositioned the egg a fraction of an inch. He leaned back in his chair, looking more relaxed now. “Can I ask why you’d choose to work for someone like that?” A loaded question if I’d ever heard one. But I wasn’t about to explain the complicated situation involving my father. “I’m just checking into some things,” I said. “How about Landon Keene?” Moffitt raised an eyebrow. “Another employee?” “Yes.” He thought about it, then shook
said. “I really don’t. I know that if he lived, we wouldn’t have a relationship.” I hesitated. “But it’s like … it’s like I want to just know he’s around. So I can be pissed off at him. I don’t think I can be angry at him after he’s dead.” I turned back to Carolina. “Dumb, huh?” She slid her hand to mine and forced her fingers into mine. She covered our hands with her other. “No, it’s not dumb. It’s exactly right.” We sat there, listening to the thunder and the rain, thinking about that.
said, moving her eyes from the coffee to me. “I don’t need you defending me. I appreciate it, but I don’t need it. Especially not with a guy like that. I can handle him fine on my own.” I nodded, but I knew if he popped off again, I’d hit him again. Testosterone isn’t rational. “I need to get in the shower and get moving,” she said, sighing, glancing at the window. “Me, too.” I found my shoes and sweatshirt, wishing we could just spend the day like we’d spent the night. But I didn’t know if
said. “Sorry that it had to end like this.” The blood stung my eye but I didn’t lift a hand to wipe it away. Carolina had warned me. Don’t let him hurt you now. I’d failed there, too. He’d hurt me in several unimaginable ways, ways that were going to leave lifetime scars. Simington chuckled again as the guards escorted him out of the room, my last vision of him blurred and bloody. SEVENTY-THREE The nurse in the prison infirmary wanted to stitch the cut, but I refused, not wanting to spend