Deadly Abandon by Kallie Lane

you?”
    “I’m talking about Rainey, for a fact, and possibly Miranda. Her body is with the coroner now and we should have some answers later today.”
    “I think I’ll have the brandy now.”
    Without another word, Breeana stalked to the bar in the sunroom, fighting to control her emotions every step of the way. She searched desperately for a calm she could not quite capture. Moving back to the table, she placed the bottle in front of her after splashing a generous portion of liquor into her coffee mug.
    Sully leaned toward her. “I want you to tell me about the music you heard last night at the clinic. Where did it come from?”
    “He played it on his phone. And I’ve been getting weird calls from him, too. He never says anything to me when I answer. He’s more like a heavy breather…with weird taste in music.”
    “And it’s the first time you’ve mentioned it?” Sully snarled. “In case you haven’t noticed, someone tried to kill you last night. Did you ever stop to think this might be important information for the investigators to have?”
    She was about to argue the point when Cody pushed through the door and shuffled past them on his quest for the fridge. He grabbed a bottle of orange juice from a shelf and tossed the drink back in three smooth gulps. Then he wiped his mouth on the arm of a ratty sleeve and eyed her curiously.
    “Hey, Mom, if you don’t want to lose the necklace you’ve got stashed in your underwear drawer, you might want to get upstairs fast.”
    “What necklace?” Sometimes this kid of hers operated on another astral plane. Breeana had no idea where he was coming from.
    “It’s the one with all the fancy bead work.”
    “I don’t know what you’re talking about, because I don’t own anything like that.”
    “Huh, thought so. It’s what I told Grissom and Willows up there. Then they became all secretive and stuffed the thing into a baggie when they thought I wasn’t paying attention.”
    She was on the move before Cody finished his last sentence. Sully pounded the stairs behind her and slid to a halt close on her heels as they reached the bedroom door.
    “Doc!”
    She swiveled when he grabbed the waistband of her capris to hold her back and noticed his gaze glued to her backside. “Are you staring at my butt?”
    “I’ve been admiring your very fine assets every step of the way,” he whispered out of earshot of the criminalists. “How do you think you beat me to the door in the first place?”
    “Dirt bag,” she murmured, trying not to smile. It felt nice to be admired, even though she didn’t want to be. Unfurling his grasp from her waistband, she flicked his hand away and plowed through the bedroom door. “I want to see the necklace.”
    Denise glanced in Sully’s direction. When he nodded, she reached inside her case and pulled out a sealed evidence bag. Taking it, Breeana examined the chain of pink beads sliding against the plastic wrap and her fingers.
    “This isn’t mine. I’ve never seen it before, but I know it’s a rosary. I attended mass a few times with Miranda and Rainey at their church. But I’m not Catholic, so I’ve never had any reason to own one.”
    A nerve ticked in Sully’s jaw as his gaze locked on her. He was impossible to read, but she didn’t need psychic abilities to sense his mushrooming concern.
    The psycho had invaded her home and left her a strange parting gift. Why did he leave her a rosary when she wasn’t Catholic? And why had he tried to roast her like a wienie on a spit last night?
    The space between them closed as Sully came forward to grip her upper arms. “You’ve had company in your bedroom, Bree, whether you were aware of it or not.”
    “I swear…I don’t know who could have done this. No one has been inside the house, except for Cody and my father.”
    “That you know of,” he stressed in a tone that scared the stuffing right out of her.
    Her eyes went wide as the ugly realization dawned. She could feel