Free Bond, Stephanie - Body Movers 06.5 by 6 1.2 Body Parts

shot didn’t fly wild. Did he move after he hit the floor?”
    “No. He lay completely still.”
    “Did you notice anything else about him that might be important?”
    “No,” Hannah said.
    “There was one thing,” Carlotta offered. “I thought he seemed anxious or maybe high on something.”
    He nodded. “Okay, thanks.”
    “You know, death has always fascinated me,” Hannah said, leaning in and twirling her hair.
    Coop’s eyebrows rose. “You don’t say?”
    “Maybe I could get a tour of the morgue sometime?”
    “Um, we do occasionally have educational tours.”
    Hannah grinned. “Sign me up.”
    “If we’re done here,” Jack cut in, “Dr. Craft needs to get back to the body.”
    “Right,” Coop said. “Thank you, ladies.” He nodded at Hannah, but his gaze lingered on Carlotta until Jack cleared his throat. The men walked away, with Hannah staring dreamily.
    “I think I’m in lust.”
    Carlotta smiled. “I thought you were into married men.”
    “I am, but—” Hannah squinted. “Hey, how did you know that?”
    Uh-oh. “I… guessed?”
    Hannah frowned. “How about you don’t make judgments based on my appearance, and I won’t make judgments based on
    yours?”
    “Does that mean we can be friends?”
    Hannah’s frown deepened. “That remains to be seen.”
    Tracey re-emerged from the restaurant, clearly perturbed. “They’re closing for the day.”
    “That’s to be expected,” Carlotta said.
    “But I’m starving,” Tracey snapped.
    “The two martinis didn’t fill you up?” Hannah asked dryly.
    Tracey glared, then turned to Carlotta. “I thought we’d go to Spinnaker’s. They have a nice lettuce wedge. And we can discuss your list .”
    Carlotta went cold. The last thing she wanted to do was discuss her alleged murder-plot list with Tracey. “You go ahead.
    The detective wants me to stick around.”
    Tracey looked slighted, then flounced away. Other diners departed. Carlotta and Hannah waited and watched while the body was bagged and removed by a couple of guys wearing morgue jackets who, from the way they were handling the rather large body, were either new on the job or just didn’t give a hoot.
    Carlotta stepped forward. “You might want to use the gurney straps to secure the body.”
    The men looked at her and scoffed. “We got this, sweetheart,” one of them said. But just as they reached the entrance, they hit a bump and the body rolled off, hitting the floor with a thud.
    Coop charged toward them, and although she couldn’t hear what he said, it was clear from his body language he was
    beyond upset with the men.
    Hannah looked at her askew. “What do you know about moving bodies?”
    “Nothing,” Carlotta said in her most innocent voice.
    Jack reappeared to confirm details about their earlier statements. “I’ll need your home addresses and phone numbers for the report.”
    Carlotta balked. Where did she live? Her address would be on her driver’s license, but she didn’t have her wallet. When Hannah finished reciting her info, Jack turned to her.
    “Phone number?”
    She pulled out her cell phone and read off the number.
    He wrote it down. “Address?”
    “Um… I need to get it from my wallet.”
    Jack frowned. “You don’t know your own address?”
    “Uh… we had a recent zip code change,” she ad-libbed.
    Jack waved over the officer who was emptying the pillow case and allowed Carlotta to retrieve her wallet. She flipped to her license that featured a photo of her sporting a shorter hairstyle, and read off the address—it was the same house Peter lived in now… er, in the other place.
    “And were any other items taken from you during the robbery?”
    “Three sterling skull rings and two sterling snake bracelets,” Hannah said. “I’m lucky he didn’t take my nose ring.”
    Jack made a dubious note of it, then looked at Carlotta. “And you? I seem to recall you were wearing a wedding ring at the meeting this morning.”
    She