The Man Behind The Badge. Dawn Stewardson
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Sworn to Protect
Celeste Langley may be the NYPD’s prime suspect in her brother’s murder, but Detective Travis Quinn is convinced she didn’t do it. She’s too kind and warmhearted…and his feelings for her are far too strong.
But before they can have any kind of future, Travis must keep Celeste safe. First from the very system he has sworn to uphold, and then from a cold-blooded murderer who has marked Celeste as his next victim. Now the safest place for her to be is in the shelter of Travis’s arms.…
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DAWN STEWARDSON
After spending most of her life in Toronto, Ontario, Dawn has lived for the past ten years in Victoria, on Vancouver Island, with her husband, John, and their two large dogs. They all enjoy the mild climate, the ocean, hiking in the mountains and the city’s huge assortment of wonderful restaurants. (The humans enjoy those in person, the dogs via doggie bags.)
The Shelter of His Arms
Dawn Stewardson
With special thanks to fellow authors
Linda Markowiak and Judith Arnold
for sharing their expertise.
To John, always
Contents
CHAPTER ONE
Sunday, October 3, 8:03 p.m.
THE UPPER EAST SIDE is arguably the best neighborhood in Manhattan and the old building was elegant—not the sort of place that would routinely have a crime-scene van and blue-and-whites sitting outside the entrance.
Travis parked behind one of the cruisers, then he and Hank climbed out into the gathering dusk and headed up the front steps.
“Homicide.” He flashed his detective’s shield at the officer guarding the door.
“Top floor,” she told them. “Apartment 507.”
As they passed the double row of entrance buzzers, he noted the gray residue of powder that said the buzzers had been dusted for prints.
Given the time elapsed, there wasn’t much hope anything useful would come of it, but he was glad the crime-scene techs were being thorough.
On five, another uniform was posted outside 507. Yellow police tape secured the hallway in front of both it and the adjacent apartment.
“What’s with the second apartment, Officer?” Travis asked, showing his badge again.
“It’s actually one apartment with an adjoining office. The victim was a psychiatrist.”
Travis nodded. “What else do we know?”
“Name was Steve Parker. Lived alone. Divorced, according to the next-door neighbor. And it looks like he was shot sometime yesterday.”
“Nobody heard anything?” Hank asked.
“Well, our people are questioning the other occupants, but nobody called in a shooting. And in a building like this, if someone heard shots... I’d say the perp used a silencer.”
“I’d say you’re probably right,” Travis agreed. “How about the doors? Any sign of forced entry?”
“Uh-uh.”
“Who discovered the body?”
“The building manager. He had an appointment to see the vic about some repairs. And when Parker didn’t answer his door...”
Travis nodded. “We’ll want to talk to him, but we’ll have a look inside first. The medical examiner arrived yet?”
“Uh-huh. Ten minutes ago.”
When the officer turned to open the door, an all-too-familiar feeling of uneasiness crawled up Travis’s spine. Even after four years in Homicide, walking in on a murder scene hadn’t become routine to him. Each was different, and you never knew just how grisly any particular one would be.
This didn’t seem too bad, he saw, relaxing a little as they stepped into the apartment. Nothing gruesome. Not at first glance, anyway.
A large, expensively furnished living room lay beyond the foyer—the body of a white, middle-aged man sprawled on the floor. Rob Gentry, an M.E. Travis and Hank had crossed paths with several times before, stood over it, making notes. A couple of the tech team members were methodically working away in the room. The others would be scattered throughout the rest of the apartment.