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Jamie felt consciousness fading fast as Hillhower's frantic voice continued to scream. Her last thought was that he had set her up. And now they were both going to die. " "You know how they were found – him with his cock out, and her with her blouse unbuttoned under her vest, and her panties wet. " "That might add up to a little hanky panty on the job, Detective. " "Is it? Well, let's look at the facts. " Jamie's first thought was that the occupants of heaven sounded just like a couple of the guys from IA.
No, he just hinted and implied I did. And all without any facts whatsoever. That's what makes what you did so reprehensible! You have no proof. None of the garbage you allowed him to write about me is true! " Holding onto his temper proved difficult. His journalist integrity was one of his most precious possessions. He was not about to allow a dirty cop to trample on it. "None of it's true? Let me again remind you that you were not directly accused of anything. Neely obtained his information from reliable sources, Detective.
Fine. Let's move on. " She moved several feet away before turning to look back at him. " Jamie sank down into the numerous pillows on her sofa. She kicked off her shoes and glanced across her living room. It was strange to see Janson sitting in the dark green Queen Anne chair that she had designed her whole living room around. The chair was special because it had belonged to her father. The last man she'd ever imagined feeling comfortable enough with to take off her gun was Janson, her enemy.
A Thing Called Love by Marilyn Lee