Free SEE HER DIE by Debra Webb Page A

finding the real murderer as they did on watching her, they might have solved the case by now.
    By the time she exited the building, she’d worked up a pretty good head of steam. Instead of climbing into her old beat-up truck, she marched across the street and right up to the sedan parked in the alley.
    She banged on the driver’s window. “Why do you keep watching me?” Any good sense she’d possessed was now lost to exhaustion and fury.
    For a few seconds she wasn’t sure whoever was on the other side of the tinted glass intended to respond, then the door opened. She fell back a couple of steps. What if Boomer had been wrong? What if this wasn’t one of MacBride’s pals?
    Agent MacBride himself emerged from the vehicle. He towered over her with only the car door between them. The usual elegant suit jacket was missing. A crisp white shirt stretched over his wide shoulders. The top two buttons were open and the navy tie hung loose at his throat. His short hair looked as if he’d run his hands through it repeatedly, leaving it tousled in a manner that could only be called sexy.
    Why would she notice that? What in the world was wrong with her? She was losing her mind. That was the only reasonable explanation.
    “I told you I’d be watching, Elizabeth.”
    Damn her treacherous emotions. The very sound sent a quake through her. She wrapped her arms around herself and glared up at him, determined not to allow him to see another indication of weakness. “This is ridiculous. Why aren’t you chasing the real bad guys, instead of harassing me?”
    He eased around the door and shoved it shut behind him, putting his body mere inches from hers. “We both know why I’m watching you, don’t we?”
    Anger flamed inside her. “Did you call my attorney?” She definitely had, as much as she’d hated to—the retainer alone had set her back two months’ rent, but her landlady had been understanding and offered to allow her to pay the rent a little late. Thank God there were still a few compassionate people left in this world.
    “Do I need to call your attorney?” he countered smoothly. “I thought maybe we could settle this between us.”
    Her breath stilled in her lungs as that fierce gaze came to rest on her lips. What was he doing? Was this a new strategy? Had he noticed her attraction to him physically and decided to play on it? Was he that desperate to pin this on her? Or maybe he actually thought she was guilty.
    “I’m tired, MacBride,” she admitted, too exhausted to fight this battle now. “Just leave me alone, okay? I don’t need this crap.”
    She gave him her back and headed toward her truck on the other side of the street. Damn him. She was sick to death of being accused. What was it about her that made people believe she could commit a crime so heinous? Even the sheriff back home, a man who had known her since the day she was born, had initially believed her sorry-ass brother-in-law over her. But, with her father’s desperate prodding, he’d dug more deeply, finally discovering the truth. She was innocent. Just like now. Only that time she actually had stabbed her no good brother-in-law. It was either that or let him beat her pregnant sister to death. Unfortunately the bastard had survived to torment Elizabeth and her sister a while longer.
    Who knew? Maybe it was a guy thing. Maybe they had to side with each other, protect the brotherhood at all costs. If there was a woman anywhere nearby to blame, that was the preferred route.
    “Did he help you do it? Will he go to jail for you?”
    MacBride’s voice stopped her dead in her tracks midway across the street. She turned slowly, afraid to ask what he meant by that statement and equally afraid not to demand an answer.
    “What the hell are you talking about?”
    “Your assistant, Boomer. Did he talk you into it? Maybe the two of you have something going on and he got jealous of your relationship with the good doctor. Younger guys are like that, you