The Alpha Claims A Mate(28)
Ginger slammed the door shut, hard.
“You and I are done speaking to each other,” Ginger snapped. “I don’t want to hear another word out of you while we’re in the car. Drive me to this scene, if there even is a scene, and let’s get this over with.”
Portia’s face darkened with anger, but she didn’t say a word. She made a u-turn, drove back to town, and soon they were in a high end subdivision, driving past mini mansions surrounded by massive sprawling lawns.
They pulled up in front of a Tudor style home, with a steeply pitched roof, rubblework masonry and decorative half-timbering. There was an ambulance parked out front, a deputy’s car, and a hearse.
They walked up the flagstone path and climbed the steps in silence. Two life sized statues of stone wolves sat on either side of the doorway, signifying that these were wolf shifters. Wealthy wolf shifters.
Inside, in a spacious living room, a small crowd had gathered. A woman in a two piece Chanel suit and shiny black pumps sat on the couch, dabbing her eyes with a handkerchief. A young man was holding her hand. Several well dressed couples who were probably her neighbors sat on the overstuffed leather sectional, murmuring words of support.
There was a deputy sitting in a chair with a laptop on his lap, tapping away as he wrote his report. They all glanced up when Ginger walked in.
“This is Ginger Colby, sheriff’s office liaison. She’s a certified post-death communications expert,” Portia announced loudly. “She’ll be able to communicate with the deceased about his final moments.”
The woman in the Chanel suit blanched.
“Well, I really don’t think that’s necessary…” she protested.
“After everything that she’s just been through!” one of the other women on the couch said indignantly.
“It’s routine.” Portia threw a glance at Ginger. Everyone was staring at Ginger with open hostility, and Ginger glanced back at Portia, to see that cold little smile playing across Portia’s lips again. The smile vanished as soon as Ginger’s eyes were on Portia, and her face went carefully neutral.
“Follow me, please,” Portia said, and lead Ginger down a hallway and into the couple’s master bedroom. It was a large room decorated in dark gray and black tones, with black lacquer furniture.
A corpse lay on the bed with a sheet pulled over him.
“The rigor mortis and livor mortis in the body shows us that he didn’t die in the position that we found him. He’d been dead for several hours, and then somebody moved him. But the wife is insisting she came home from her garden club meeting this morning and found him in exactly that position,” Portia said.
Ginger sighed, taking a deep breath.
She closed her eyes, letting the world disintegrate around her, and when she opened her eyes she could see a man with curly silver hair on the bed – and he wasn’t alone.#p#分页标题#e#
The silver haired man was mostly naked, on his hands and knees, facing the edge of the bed. He wore a leather harness held together with metal rings.
Standing by the bed was another man – a muscular young man who had pulled his pants down around his ankles. The silver haired man had the younger man’s cock in his mouth, and was enthusiastically fellating him – when suddenly, he collapsed, face down and buttocks in the air, still in the kneeling position.
The younger man jumped back in shock. Then, grimacing, he reached out tentatively and shook the older man by the shoulder, and shouted his name several times. When he couldn’t rouse him, he quickly pulled his clothes on and fled without a backward glance.
The silver haired man abruptly sat up and looked straight at Ginger. Sometimes the dead did that. Sometimes they just played out the scenes of their death, again and again.
“My wife can’t know,” he said. His eyes were huge and hollow.
Ginger shook her head, clearing her thoughts, and the room returned to normal. No ghosts, no final death scene.
Her hands were shaking. She turned and walked quickly out of the room, with Portia following at her footsteps.
“Well?” Portia said loudly, glancing around the room. Everyone stared at Ginger with a mixture of anger and fear.
It was likely they all knew about this man’s double life, or at least suspected. And Ginger would lay odds that the body on the sheet had been stripped of the leather harness and repositioned before the police were called.
Ginger took a deep breath. Portia knew exactly what had happened, and she’d set Ginger up to be the bad guy.