Forbidden Touch
Authors: K. S. Haigwood
Forbidden Touch
By K. S. Haigwood
Published by K. S. Haigwood
Copyright © 2012 by K.S. Haigwood
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Dedicated
to: Shawn
For the nights I chose my characters over you. I love you. Thank you so much for understanding
how important writing is to me, and remember that you are even more important.
Acknowledgements
:
First and foremost I would like to thank my editor, Ella Medler, for putting up with my grammar and punctuation. My usage of
realize
got aggravating at times to you. Just making sure you were paying attention. You make me look good, Ella. I would like to thank Patti Roberts for an awesome book cover and book trailer. It is hard to design a cover from the imagination from someone else's mind, but you seem to make it look easy. Thank you, Steve at E-printed books, for putting up with me and my tight schedule of needing Forbidden Touch formatted and back to me within 3 days. You accomplished that nearly impossible task and got it back to me in only one. You are awesome! And lastly, but certainly not least, I want to thank my readers. You are the reason my dream has come true. Don't ever, ever stop reading.
Table of Contents
Chapter 1
He stared down at the thick file on his desk. It was in the same place it had been for the last month. Strewed papers and photos cluttered the flat surface from corner to corner. And the stacks of daily newspapers that held all the articles on the murders were constantly piling up in the one other chair he had in his small cubicle. He had repeatedly told Captain Helsey Lore, over the last four weeks, that he had a few leads, but he did not. He was becoming obsessed with the case, almost as if something was drawing him in, but not telling him where to look.
He rubbed his bloodshot eyes, then his five day old stubble. The shit was beginning to itch, but with all the hours he was putting in on the case, he was lucky that he was sleeping at all. Shaving was the last thing on his mind when he finally made it to his one bedroom apartment at the end of each day. The apartment wasn't home. He guessed home would be right where he was sitting, or in his unmarked police car, for it was where he spent most of his time.
Of course, there was no one there to hear, "Hi, honey. I'm home." anyway. He shook his head at his self-pity. His last girlfriend had packed up and left more than seven months ago, he thought as he leaned back in his ancient chair. He sighed. He couldn't actually blame her for leaving him. It wasn't as though he'd had time for her or anything; which had been her exact words in the short note she had left on his kitchen counter.
Dear Mitch, Maybe you'll have time for your next girlfriend. I'm out of here! Jen
He grabbed his coffee mug and took a sip. He grimaced. It had turned cold while he'd been lost in thought. He sat it on the desk amongst the clutter, then actually pushed it back out of the way so he wouldn't make the same mistake again. He would force open his eyelids with toothpicks before drinking the too strong, too cold, too nasty shit the department called coffee. Was it actually a rule that all coffee, made in any police department, taste and look like crude oil?
He heard someone clear their throat and he turned swiftly in their direction. Gracie Potter, the department Barbie doll, was looking at him, and it was clear she was irritated. She had dropped several hints over the three years she had been in homicide that she wanted to do more than investigate murders with him. He wasn't interested, but she clearly hadn't picked up on the hints he had dropped either. "Where the hell is your head, Foley, up your ass? I've been talking to you for the last five minutes."
He knew she hadn't been talking to him for the last five minutes, but he probably still would have automatically tuned her out if she had been. He rolled his eyes as he shoved the papers and photos in the thick file, closing it with a loud clap. "You need something?"