Bones Don't Lie (Morgan Dane #3)(18)

“Have you heard from Lance?” Sharp asked.

“I called him early this morning.” She updated Sharp on Jenny’s condition. “He intended to visit the ME first thing.”

“I’d like to set aside a chunk of time to review Victor Kruger’s case with you. I’ve been chasing leads for more than two decades. I’d like some fresh eyes on it.”

“Yes. Of course,” Morgan said.

“I’ll make you a shake. It’s lunchtime. You need some protein to balance out your stress—and whatever crap you just put in your body.” Sharp left her office, still muttering as he walked down the hall. “I have no doubt you haven’t eaten anything even remotely nutritious today.”

“Thanks.” Morgan didn’t bother to argue. He’d just blend her a shake anyway. She needed real food in her body, but she ate the third donut while he was out of the room.

She drank more coffee and called out, “Where is the file?”

“Lance’s desk,” Sharp answered from the kitchen.

A blender whirred as she went into Lance’s office. His desk was the only piece of furniture in the room. The file was in the bottom drawer. Dust floated to her nose as she pulled it out. She carried it back to her office and set it on her desk.

A few minutes later, Sharp set a gross-looking concoction by her elbow.

She sipped. Pineapple and blueberry. “Considering the color and what you put in them, I’m always surprised that these don’t taste horrible.”

“You can’t even taste the leafy greens.” Sharp’s current obsession was organic sweet potato greens. He eased into the chair opposite her. “This is going to be hard on Jenny—and Lance, no matter what he says.”

“I know.” She studied the man across from her. He rarely talked about his past, other than his police career. “Were you ever married, Sharp?”

“I was,” he said.

Why did that surprise her?

His gaze drifted to the window, his eyes pensive. “The marriage was a disaster from the beginning. I wanted kids. She didn’t. She didn’t like being married to a cop. I didn’t want to be anything else. We got a divorce. I haven’t talked to her since I signed the papers. The last I heard, she’d remarried and moved to Boston.”

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to pry.”

“It was a long time ago. I was a young man.” Sharp shook it off, but sadness clouded his eyes, as if he had deeper feelings about the breakup of his marriage than he was willing to admit.

“When did you split up?”

“February of ’94,” Sharp said.

Three months before Vic Kruger had gone missing. Sharp must have been lonely. Morgan pictured him throwing himself into the investigation, taking an equally lonely child under his wing. Maybe his relationship with Lance hadn’t been as one-sided as Morgan had thought.

“Anyway, I never came close to marrying again.” Sharp patted the desk. “Enough about me. You can grill me about the rest of my life some other time.”

Morgan stared at the file, thick and heavy with implications.

Before they could begin, the front door opened and closed. Lance appeared in the doorway. He took one look at Morgan’s face and asked, “What’s wrong? Where’s your van?”

She told him about her morning.

Anger flared in his eyes. “I’d like to go after Tyler myself.”

“The sheriff will handle him,” she said. “Sheriff King is a pain, but this kind of situation is what he lives for.”

“True. We can count on King to hassle Tyler.” Lance rounded her desk, leaned over, and hugged her. “I’m sorry you had such a horrible morning. I wish I’d been with you.”

If he’d been with her, she doubted her stalker would have been so brazen. But a mother focused on her three small children was an easy target.

“You had enough to deal with this morning,” Morgan said.

Lance released her and straightened.

“Did you see the ME?” Sharp asked.

“I did.” Lance’s jaw sawed back and forth. “I just came from his office. You’re not going to believe this, but the remains aren’t my father.”

“What?” Sharp snapped upright.

“The skeleton is female.” Lance’s eyebrows lowered.

Silence floated in the air like dust motes.

Female?

Was Lance glad the body wasn’t his father? Or upset about the questions the news raised?

“Frank doesn’t know who she is yet?” Sharp asked.

“No.” Lance lifted troubled eyes. “I haven’t told my mother. She took the idea of my father’s remains being found better than I expected. But I don’t know how she’ll react when she finds out he’s still missing. Plus, there’s the obvious implication that Dad might have had some sort of relationship with this young woman.” Lance went to the second chair that faced Morgan’s desk, dropped into it, and recapped his visit with his mother.

It was typical of Lance to be more concerned about his mother when the news would affect him just as deeply.

Sharp got up and went into the kitchen. A minute later, the blender whirred, and he returned with another shake. He handed it to Lance.