thought the guard said we were the only ones up here.”
“Yes—” Gabe broke off as he swung the flashlight. The shadow moved as the person took off in the opposite direction.
“Hey, come back here!” I yelled and broke into a run. Someone was up to no good.
“What the hell? Kate!”
The beam of light bounced as Gabe started after me. I called over my shoulder. “He must have been after the artifacts housed up here.”
The light steadied and I saw the dark shadow turn and lift its arm. Metal glinted.
A Mack truck in the form of Gabe rammed into my ribs as a loud crack reverberated.
“Umph!” The force threw me forward yet twisted me at the same time. I landed not on the floor but on something only a bit softer.
Before I could draw in a breath, Gabe rolled me underneath his hard body, drew his gun, braced his arms and fired off one shot.
The ringing spread from my ears to my temples as if I was in the London Tower at noon. I could see that Gabe had pulled out his phone and was talking, but all I could hear was a buzz interfacing with the ringing.
He rose, tugging me up along with him. “Come on. Hurry. The police are on their way, and I want to get a look at what he was doing before they get here.”
He reached into his jacket pocket and brought out latex gloves. “Here, put these on.”
I snapped on the icky plastic. As we approached the vicinity where the intruder had been, I saw the strips of yellow tape strewn on the ground in front of one room.
“Ah, so someone else was interested in the murder scene.”
“Gabe.” I halted and gripped his arm.
“What is it?”
I swallowed, knowing that indeed the courthouse ghosts were alive and well tonight, for they had materialized to haunt me.
But I had to circle around to the truth. I couldn’t immediately confront it.
“That can’t be the room where Grace Roberts was killed.”
“Duh.” Gabe pointed the flashlight at the door. “Tape with the words crime scene on it. Surely you left the ivory tower at the federal level on occasion to know what the tape looks like.”
So much for circling. I took a deep breath.
“That’s my grandfather’s old chambers.”
“What?” He turned and gripped my upper arms.
I nodded. “That’s the office where he and my grandmother were last seen before they disappeared thirty-five years ago.”
Конец ознакомительного фрагмента.
Текст предоставлен ООО «ЛитРес».
Прочитайте эту книгу целиком, купив полную легальную версию на ЛитРес.
Безопасно оплатить книгу можно банковской картой Visa, MasterCard, Maestro, со счета мобильного телефона, с платежного терминала, в салоне МТС или Связной, через PayPal, WebMoney, Яндекс.Деньги, QIWI Кошелек, бонусными картами или другим удобным Вам способом.
