Free Cavanaugh's Surrender by Marie Ferrarella Page B

the lieutenant was bemoaning the lack of bodies to do the work, Logan decided that this might be the better approach.
    Bailey sighed. It was a known fact that the man wasn’t much on accepting outside help. He preferred the “glory,” as he referred to it, to remain within the department. But in this case, he had no choice. They needed to close some of the cases. After a moment, he nodded.
    “Desperate times require desperate measures, I guess. All right. Use whatever resources are offered,” he said, and Logan had the distinct impression that the man was blatantly hinting that he could turn to the chief of D’s if it proved necessary.
    “Oh, and one more thing—I don’t want this going out to the media until I give the okay. The last damn thing we need right now is for the public to start panicking and seeing a serial killer behind every building.” Bailey’s penetrating gaze met Logan’s. “Understood?”
    Translation, the lieutenant doesn’t want to look as if he’s not doing his job.
    Logan had always thought that bringing the public in was a good thing. For every thousand crazies who called in with dead-end tips, they’d get one really good, valid one that enabled them to nab their perpetrators a lot quicker.
    But this was the lieutenant’s call. “Understood,” Logan answered.
    “Good.”
    The conversation over, the lieutenant marched back into his office, looking like the very personification of a disgruntled man who had far too much on his plate.
    Logan waited until Bailey was out of earshot, then he picked up his telephone receiver and called the extension in Destiny’s office. Detail oriented, he’d taken note of the number when he’d walked into her office.
    The phone rang a total of four times. He was just about to hang up, thinking that she must have stepped away from her area, when he heard the phone pick up.
    “Crime lab.”
    The voice sounded preoccupied, as if he’d interrupted her. “Destiny?”
    There was a slight hesitation, as if she was surprised that anyone would recognize her voice. “Yes?”
    “This is Cavanaugh. Logan,” he added since there were so many of them. “Good news—”
    “I know who you are,” she cut in. “I recognized your voice.” What she hadn’t liked was that not only did she recognize his voice, but her pulse had jumped when she heard it. Maybe she was just sleep deprived and not just reacting to his resonant and sexy voice. “What good news?” she asked, trying not to let herself anticipate anything and not quite succeeding. “Did you find who did this to Paula?”
    “Not that good,” he qualified.
    “Then what is it?” she asked impatiently.
    “My lieutenant just said that in light of the fact that my partner’s on his honeymoon and half the detectives up here are out with the flu, he officially okayed the two of us working together for the time being.”
    She had learned to take most everything with a grain of salt and a great deal of caution. “Does your lieutenant know who I—”
    “No, he doesn’t, and I purposely didn’t mention you by name, only by your title.”
    “By my title?” she questioned. She didn’t think he was even aware of that.
    “Yeah, you know, chief assistant to the crime lab’s head of the day shift.” That was quite a mouthful to get right. “Right now, that seemed to be good enough for the lieutenant. He said because we’re so shorthanded up here, you and I should work together on this case—at least until Sully gets back.”
    “Sully?” she echoed. Who or what was a “Sully”?
    “Yeah.” And then he gave her his partner’s full name. “Detective Eric Sullivan. He’s on his honeymoon at the moment and isn’t due to be back for another week and a half.”
    She’d take whatever she could get. “That gives us a little leeway,” she commented.
    “Yeah,” he agreed. Who was she kidding? The woman wasn’t nearly as laid-back about this as she was trying to portray. “Oh, and one more