The Killing Times (An FBI Romance Thriller (book 1)) by Morgan Kelley Page B

She just held her, rocking her and offering her whatever comfort she could at a time like this. When the storm passed, she handed her some tissues.
    “I want to see my baby.”
    Elizabeth stood, offering the woman her hand. “I’ll stay with you while we view Patty.”
    Ms. Parker nodded, as she was led to the table holding her daughter. “Maybe it isn’t her,” she said hopefully, trying to find some chance to cling to at the last moment.
    Elizabeth’s eyes met Blackh awk’s. Both knew what was coming. This wasn’t the first time in the morgue for either of them. Once the sheet was pulled back, this woman’s life would be forever changed. This was the finality of life. It was the end for those who were once living, breathing beings. The morgue slab was one step before the grave.
    Patricia’s mom gasped and sobbed uncontrollably, as she recognized the woman lying before her, and it was indeed her daughter. She nodded as the sheet was placed back over her body. Immediately, she turned into Elizabeth and clung as she sobbed.
    “Ms. Parker, I hate to ask you to do this, but can you look at the girl we found with Patty and let me know if it’s Corrine?” asked Elizabeth, handing her a tissue.
    “I guess so,” she replied, watching as the sheet was pulled back from the second body. “Yes, that ’s her college roommate, Corrine.” The sobbing intensified, as she thought about having to tell the other girl’s parents she was dead too.
    Elizabeth ’s eyes met Doc’s and she nodded. “Thank you, Ms. Parker,” she hugged the woman.
    “Please Sheriff, find who did this to her,” she whispered in between gasps of air, as the sobs came harder.
    “I promise I’ll get her justice. If it’s the last thing I do.”
    Blackhawk understood the dream now. The blood, the part where she put down her badge and gun, and now th e name she continually told him.
    Justice.
    He knew he was meant to be here with her. Together, they would find justice for this woman and her child.
    H e accepted it, Elizabeth LaRue was his destiny.
    Now Blackhawk needed to figure out how to make her see it too.
     
     
     
     
    Elizabeth sat silently outside the morgue o n the stone wall, overlooking the parking lot. Agent Blackhawk had a phone call, and she was giving him some privacy to take it. There was no doubt in her mind that it would be his partner. When she looked up, he was walking towards her with two bottles of water in his hands. His face was void of all expression, and she wasn’t sure if it was because of the call or what they just had to do.
    “You look like you could use a drink,” he said, sitting beside her and opening his own bottle as he handed her one of her own.
    “Yeah, I wasn’t thinking water though,” she m uttered. “I was thinking a beer or five.”
    “Me too . That never gets easier to do or see.”
    Elizabeth took a sip of water, not really in the mood to talk.
    “That was my partner on the phone,” he began.
    “Great, looks like I will definitely need to up that count to at least six to eight beers now,” she drawled, her voice showing no animosity, even though she felt it deep inside. “Before round two commences.”
    “She wants to know if she can still assist us.”
    She looked over at him. “It’s not my choice,” she said, softly. “If you're the lead agent while you’re here, then that’s all up to you. I don’t have a say in her being here. After all, I’m just the backwoods sheriff, remember?”
    Blackhawk listened to the tone of her voice, and just the hurt in it , troubled him. It angered him that his partner did this, and it bothered him that he had to be in the middle of the two women. He didn’t want to choose between the one who was his partner, and one who had been in his dreams begging for his help. He was beyond torn. He was just about to tell her that his hands were tied, throwing out the standard line when she spoke, breaking the silence.
    “Tell her to meet us at the