"Oh, she is," Leigh said anxiously, looking across the room to where Katharine and Warren stood close together, laughing. Warren put an arm around her waist, and she leaned comfortably into his side.
Leigh felt her face grow hot, and she looked away quickly. Unfortunately, Cara had been watching her and was now wearing a humongous smirk.
"What's that for?" Leigh asked irritably.
The smirk increased. "Well, I'll be damned. You're jealous."
Leigh sniffed. "Me, jealous? Of what?"
Cara rolled her eyes. "You know exactly what I'm talking about. 'Just friends' indeed."
More annoyed than ever, Leigh left Cara's side and went to the counter for another slice of pepperoni. She was not jealous. She was merely concerned. Katharine was at least ten years older than Warren, even if she did look good in biking shorts.
Leigh watched as the lawyer settled close to Warren on the couch, her hand resting just above his knee. The pizza Leigh had just eaten churned uncomfortably in her stomach, and her cheeks were practically on fire.
Well, damn.
She turned away again, nervously refilling her cola to the brim. There was no more point in denying it. She was jealous. She was jealous as hell. And she was going to have to do something about it.
She just hoped it wasn't too late.
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Acknowledgments
The police procedure in this book would be based entirely on my knowledge of Cagney & Lacey reruns if not for two truly wonderful people, Siri Jeffrey and her detecting husband Joe, who answered every one of my five billion frantic emails with the patience of saints. I would also like to thank Robert Wagner, VMD, Elisa Long, and Lynn Cameron for their equally fabulous attitudes in answering my pesky questions.
Two points of literary license: 1) There is no zoo in Riverview Park—the zoo described exists only in my imagination. The real Pittsburgh Zoo is in Highland Park and bears some resemblance to my fictional one, but astute Tennesseeans may recognize an even stronger resemblance to the Overton Park Zoo in Memphis, where I once served as a volunteer. 2) A word of warning: If you're planning on committing a homicide in Allegheny County, PA, don't expect a petite redhead to pop out of nowhere and arrange your bail. The law says you're not going anywhere.
Table of Contents
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
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