Free DEAD SEXY by Caitlin Falls

showed in his clenched fists and the rigid set of his shoulders.
    “Why is he with Jason Dean?”
    Blake knew that name but could not place it. He looked at the old photo, in it he was standing off to one side with a beer in his hand and a smile on his face. Kevin was standing next to a sandy haired man with a deep tan…who had he been? “I am not sure. I think he dropped by that day to… he was a stock guy or something and he was handling Kevin’s money.”
    Laundering it, more likely. Kevin was standing next to a man who had gone to jail for embezzling from the very company Jenna worked for. Again that tingle hit. He was on the verge of something here, but how did the pieces fit together? Kevin…Kevin DEAN!
    “They are related,” he said. “Holy fuck, that’s what it was.”
    “What?”
    “Kevin, the detective, he’s related to that guy.”
    Jenna’s mouth fell open. “What?”
    “Hold that thought.” Blake went to his cell and punched in a number. When the man on the other end answered he barked out, “I need some information Bernie and I need it right now. Jason Dean Junior, stocks guy that went to jail for embezzlement…”
    “I remember that. The fucker swiped my mother-in-law’s pension fund, which is why she is now living with us. You ask me that little punk got what he deserved.”
    “What did he get?” Blake was expecting Bernie to say a long prison sentence. “He got killed about two months ago, tossed right off the side of the wall up at Sing-Sing. I guess nobody ever told the rich little prick in the real world when you owe money people will take the debt out of your ass.”
    “Shit.”
    “Yeah, I was waiting for the day he got out. I was gonna take my mom-in-law over there and dump her on his doorstep, now that would be justice.”
    “Thanks Bernie, I got to go.” He hung up and placed another call, that one to a friend in the Coroner’s office. “Mike, what can you tell me about the Pitt murder?”
    “Not much, except someone stepped on his stomach.”
    Blake scratched his head, “What?”
    “Whoever killed him wanted it to look like he was killed where he was found but he wasn’t. There is a giant bruise below the skin of his abdomen, shaped like a footprint. Now either someone kicked him before he was dead or they wanted there to be blood at the scene so they took him into that office and stepped on him until they got some out of him.
    “There wasn’t quite enough blood in that office for it to have been the actual site, or at least those are my unofficial findings at the moment, but don’t quote me on that, old buddy.”
    “I never do, Thank you.”
    “Any time. Hey, one more thing—this guy had a weird fetish for women’s panties. He was holding a pair that had been torn up . Any ideas what I should tell the detectives about that?”
    “No,” his eyes slid to Jenna, wondering if she knew that Tom had had her panties. He hung up and spoke. “You cannot go to the company right now, is there any way you could telecommute?”
    “What? No, I have major meetings all week and what’s more I have work to do.”
    He grabbed her by her shoulders. “I think someone is setting you up to get even.”
    “What? Why would anyone do that now?”
    “Because Jason Dean got killed in prison.”
    Jenna’s world turned sideways. She was no fool, she knew enough of criminals and institutions to know what it was like inside. Jason had been soft, and he would have made a good target. There was any number of reasons he might have been killed while in prison, she didn’t want to dwell on the particulars.
    But could Blake be right? Could someone be setting her up to get revenge for that death? It all seemed a bit far-fetched, until you factored in the current rash of embezzlement, the fact that Pitt was stabbed to death in her office and his cousin—a Homicide detective—had turned up on the scene.
    “The surveillance video! Surely if Kevin came into the building to kill Tom the