The Bridge. Carol Ericson
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“The joys of being a homicide detective. These nut jobs know your names, follow your careers.” Jacoby dropped his bag on the tile floor. “Give me my fingerprints and anonymity.”
While Jacoby unzipped the bag, Brody tugged on her arm. “Let’s give him some room to work, unless you want to watch.”
She backed out of the bathroom. “That’s okay. I’ll wait for my locksmith.”
She didn’t know if it was Jacoby’s muscles or personality, but his presence overpowered the bathroom.
A few minutes later, there was a knock on the door.
Again, Brody went to it first and peered through the peephole. He opened the door a crack. “Yeah?”
“Someone called for a locksmith.” The locksmith held out a card between two fingers.
Brody plucked it from his grip and showed it to Elise.
She nodded. “That’s the company I called.”
Brody widened the door, and the locksmith stamped his feet on the mat outside.
“Show me what you need.”
“All locks with a key, changed.” Elise twisted the doorknob. “Starting with this one, as well as the dead bolt. There’s an interior door to the garage, too. Same key.”
“Can you show me some ID?” He eyed Detective Brody. “You’re not the only careful ones around here. We have to look up the title to the house and verify the owner.”
Elise twisted her fingers. “I’m not the owner. The owner lives upstairs and he’s not home.”
The locksmith squinted at a piece of paper in his hands. “Who’s the owner?”
“Oscar Chu.”
“Yep. That’s what I have here.”
“I can give you his cell. He’ll vouch for me.”
Detective Brody stepped between her and the locksmith, whipping out his badge. “I’ll vouch for her. I’m Detective Sean Brody, and Ms. Duran needs her locks changed for security reasons.”
The locksmith scratched his jaw as he eyed the badge. “If you say so.”
Elise pressed her lips together as she led the locksmith to the door leading to the garage. While she felt grateful that Detective Brody had intervened and smoothed the way for her to get her locks changed, his take-charge attitude on her behalf left a sour taste in her mouth. She’d had her fill of it from her father and brothers.
Shaking her head, she rolled back her shoulders. This situation bore little resemblance to the way the male members of her family had tried to control her life. This was a matter of life and death, not marriage and betrayal.
And here she thought she’d gotten over the “all men are scum” stage.
She tapped the garage door. “Just match the dead bolts and door handle locks for the garage and the front door, and give me two keys—three. I’d better give one to Oscar.”
“You got it.” The locksmith dropped to his knees, his toolbox clinking and clanking as he set it on the floor next to him.
Elise wandered back to the bathroom, where Detective Brody was parked against the door jamb. “Anything interesting?”
Jacoby looked up, running a hand over his shaved head. “Nope. Looks like one set of prints, and I’m assuming they’re yours. Do you live alone?”
“Yes.” And that was all she had to say on the subject. She slid a glance at Brody, who was intently watching the tech’s work. She hadn’t brought a date back to her house since moving to San Francisco.
She didn’t trust these smooth-talking city boys much. If she couldn’t read a boy she’d known all her life back home in Montana, what chance did she have figuring out some metrosexual urban dweller?
Since Brody seemed consumed with interest in what Jacoby was doing, Elise took the opportunity to assess the detective—not the metrosexual type at all, although he had the clothes. After a year of hanging out with Courtney, she’d learned to recognize an expensive suit when she saw one. The drape of Brody’s suit screamed custom-tailored, but the fine material and precise cut couldn’t mask the naked power of the man.
He practically hummed with purpose and strength—a man’s man her brothers would call him. If her brothers approved of him, that might be reason enough to steer clear, but Brody didn’t possess any of the cockiness and good old boyness that characterized her brothers and Ty.
Steer clear? She’d let her imagination get way ahead of her. She didn’t have to steer clear of or move in on Detective Brody. He was a cop investigating a crime—a crime aimed at her. Heck, he could be married for all she knew. A surreptitious inventory of his left hand suggested otherwise.
Jacoby tossed the last of his implements in his bag, and Elise jumped.
Detective Brody made a half turn and cupped her elbow. “Still nervous? Even when the locksmith changes the locks, you don’t have to stay here. You don’t have anything to prove—to me.”
Elise swallowed. Had she been so transparent? “Is the SFPD going to foot the bill for my room at the Fairmont?”
“Uh, no.”
“Then it looks like I’m digging in here.”
“Before I take a look at the doors and windows, press your index finger on the pad and then roll it onto this card.” Jacoby held out a small white ink pad cupped in his palm and a card pinched between the fingers of his other hand. “Just want to have your fingerprints on file to compare with these.”
She plucked the pad from his hand and pressed her finger against the smooth ink. “I’m a teacher. My fingerprints are already on file.”
“That helps. And teachers are the best. My mom was a teacher.” Smiling, he put the card on the vanity, and she rolled her finger from right to left.
Jacoby tucked the pad and card in a side pocket of his bag and then patted it. “All set. I’m just going to take a quick look at the front door.”
They watched his work for several more minutes and then Detective Brody hovered over the locksmith, asking a million questions.
Elise smirked. The guy probably couldn’t wait to finish up this job.
Jacoby came in from the patio and hoisted his bag over his broad shoulder. “Nothing much of anything.”
“Thanks, Dan. Send me your findings, and I’ll include them in my report.”
When he reached the door, Jacoby turned. “I’m glad you’re okay. This could be the work of a serial killer. Your attack could be linked to that woman’s body we found dumped near the Presidio.”
Elise whipped her