Renewed Faith (CSA Case Files 3 / Military Romance) Read Online Free

be shared with the public unless they deem necessary. I can assure you, this was a victim of the man we are looking for.”
    Elle tilted her head and she gave him a quizzical look, her mind already running a thousand miles per minute. She worked closely with the shelter in town, as well as keeping in contact with most of the women. No one mentioned a new girl, but maybe Kevin had a point about a visiting friend. She didn’t doubt that the girl’s occupation was what he assumed, but she refused to feel guilt over calling him on it.
    She glanced at the time on the microwave and knew that Cam would be on shift at Reformation this morning. Cam and his brother Eric ran the women’s shelter and they split their time evenly so that someone was always present. She’d purposefully stayed away from the center during her years on the street. It wasn’t until this last year that she’d seen how much Eric had changed and though she still didn’t feel comfortable around him, she respected his work ethic in helping the girls turn their lives around.
    “I’ll check with Cam,” Elle said, spinning away from the scowl that crossed Kevin’s face upon her declaration. He’d just have to deal it. She was as invested in this case as he was. After all, she was the one who referred Becky Rattore’s parents to CSA. The eighteen-year-old girl had run away from home, thinking she could hack it on the streets. It didn’t take long for reality to set in. Elle opened one of the three cabinets above the counter and pulled down a mug, hoping to avoid an argument. “Maybe Cam heard something about her or knew of her.”
    “I didn’t come here to enlist your help, Elle.” Kevin’s voice had deepened into censorship and Elle did her best to reign in her temper. To give herself something to do, she poured the steaming black liquid into a plain white mug that she’d purchased from the grocery store. If she’d had a second, she might have offered him one. Then again, maybe not. She slid the pot back onto the miniscule burner. “You’ll only put yourself in danger. I came because I wanted you to hear from me that there’s been another murder. It’s best that you stay away from the streets and the shelter for awhile. The police haven’t pinpointed how this guy is choosing his victims and until he’s apprehended, I think you should stay clear.”
    “Just say it, Kevin.” Elle slammed her mug on the laminate counter and faced him, crossing her arms. “You think because I was a hooker that I could be a target.”
    From the twitch of Kevin’s jawline, it was obvious he was suppressing his response and something inside her jumped for glee. She would love to see him lose a little of that control that just irritated the shit out of her. She knew that she baited him a little too much for his comfort, but she couldn’t seem to help herself. Dealing with abrupt, concise, and blunt people she could handle. It was what she was used to. This veiled kindness and affection that he seemed to have adopted this last year confused her and she wanted nothing to do with it or him.
    “You have a habit of putting words in my mouth,” Kevin replied, pushing off of the wall and standing to his full height. An advantage for her was that she wasn’t as small as the average woman he was used to and she squared her shoulders as well, using her five foot eight inch stature to challenge him. For some reason, he still made her feel feminine, but she pushed it aside to listen to the remainder of what he had to say. “We have no idea who this guy is, how he’s picking his victims, or when he will change course. Until we figure that out no one is safe.”
    “I appreciate your concern.”
    There. Simple and to the point. Elle watched as Kevin tried to formulate more words and she raised her chin another fraction of an inch. It wasn’t like she was hiding anything from him. He knew damn well that she would do what she wanted. He didn’t seem to understand that