Free Corpse Whisperer by Chris Redding

believe this.
    He stiffened and rose to his full height. She was not going to be intimidated. “I wouldn’t lay a hand on Dolores or any other woman for that matter.”
    He stalked away towards his car.
    “I heard you have a temper.”
    His footsteps paused, then kept going. He unlocked his vehicle.
    “Yes, I do. That’s a known fact around here. So what?”
“Maybe she’s pushed you too far this time?” Grace said.
    “You’re being ridiculous.”
    “Humor me.”
    He rolled his eyes. “I have somewhere to be. In bed. Alone and asleep.”
    She grabbed the car door not wanting to touch him anymore. Her casual hand on his arm had drained her. “Just listen. Besides, you need to drive me home.”
    He waved his hand at his passenger’s seat. “Get in. But I’ll only listen until we get to your apartment.”
    “Fine.”
    She scrambled around the car then, when she had her seatbelt hooked, she looked at him. “What if Dolores were killed tomorrow? Bullet through the head. Who would you suspect?”
    Zach’s gaze traveled over her as he turned the key. “You probably.”
    “But why?”
    “Murder seems to follow you.”
    She bit her lip. He wasn’t wrong, but he didn’t know about the murders she’d prevented. “What else?”
    “That’s it I guess.”
    “That wouldn’t hold up in court. I could have a lawyer spring me in an hour. Especially if I had an alibi. What’s my motive?”
    “The usual. Money.”
“Does Dolores have some? I don’t even know.”
    Stopped at a light he turned a surprised gaze at her. “You don’t know who she is?”
    “No, I’m from Pennsy remember?”
    “She’s a trust fund lady. Rolling in the dough. Or was.” The last part he said quietly.
    The car started moving again. “Okay, scratch that since I didn’t know that.”
    “But I didn’t know that you didn’t know,” he said.
    “Say you find that out. What else would be my motive?”
    “Don’t know after that. Depending on what happened could be a crime of passion.”
    She turned in her seat to gaze at him. She could only see a bit of his face from the dash lights. His expression was unreadable. “I don’t have a temper. Or not much of one.”
    “Then tell me, what is your motive?”
    “I don’t have one so you can eliminate me as a suspect.”
    “Then how do you know she’s going to get killed?”
    Grace ran a hand over her pony tail. “Will you play this my way for a bit more, please?”
    He waved his hand. “Go ahead. Who’s my next suspect?”
    “You.”
    “Me? And what’s my motive?”
    “Dolores lied to you about something important. Maybe the father of this baby.”
    She’d struck home. A pained expression crossed his face. She could see it in the dashboard lights. “Wouldn’t I be relieved?”
    “This could be the last straw. She’s lied to you many times before this.”
    “Yes, she has, but I’m not as mad as I could be. She’s made me madder and I haven’t killed her. I walked in on her and her lover. My partner at the time.”
    “Ouch.”
    “Yep.”
    “And you didn’t kill her then? Okay scratch you off the list. Then the father of her baby.”
    “If the baby is gone, he has no motive. If he wanted to get rid of her and the baby he could have done that.”
    “Does she have any enemies?”
    “Besides all of her ex-lovers.”
    “Can you get me a list of them?” she asked.
    “You are not snooping into innocent people’s lives because of some murder that didn’t happen.”
    He pulled in the driveway then pulled his emergency brake.
    “What about that guy who was here? Maybe it’s one of her ex-lovers stalking her.”
“Long shot. She hasn’t mentioned anything.”
    “Would she to you?”
    “Yes. Look. Lock your doors and don’t come out in a robe anymore. And stop thinking that Dolores is going to get killed.”
    Grace remained silent as she closed his car door. He backed out and gave her one last glance before he drove away.
    “But we only have two days to stop