2-in-1

  2-IN-1

  PARTNERS:

  THE WRONG CORPSE & THE OTHER WOMAN

  by

  KIRA CHASE

  TORRID BOOKS

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  An Imprint of Whiskey Creek Press LLC

  Copyright © 2011 by KIRA CHASE

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  Names, characters and incidents depicted in this book are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, organizations, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental and beyond the intent of the author or the publisher.

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  ISBN: 978-1-61160-105-3

  Credits

  Cover Artist: Gemini Judson

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  Partners Book 1: The Wrong Corpse

  Partners Book 2: The Other Woman

  PARTNERS

  BOOK 1:

  THE WRONG CORPSE

  Chapter 1

  Frankie glanced up at the skylight. She smiled. It had been her idea to have it centered directly above the king-sized bed. She sighed contentedly. The day had dawned bright and clear, a perfect summer’s day. She hoped that the steady downpour of the previous night had swept away the oppressive heat and humidity which had enveloped the city for the past week. Last night the stormy weather had made for a cozy romantic night spent in bed, making love for hours, with the love of her life.

  She stretched lazily, turned her head and stole a brief glance at the alarm clock, which sat on the nightstand. Ten more minutes until it would go off. She rolled onto her side facing Johanna, her partner, who slept peacefully curled up in a fetal position. Frankie gently touched her shoulder. “Hey, sleepyhead, time to get up,” she whispered close to Johanna’s ear.

  Johanna opened her eyes slowly. She flashed Frankie a smile. “Is it Saturday yet?”

  Frankie laughed. “No, but why should that matter? The last two cases we were on the clock seven days a week.”

  She made a face. “Don’t remind me.”

  Frankie ran her fingers through Johanna’s long auburn hair. “I missed you so much,” she whispered.

  “These past two days with you have been heaven.” She planted a quick kiss on Frankie’s cheek before sliding off of the bed. “I love lying in bed all day with you, but we’ve got to pay the bills. I’m going to grab a shower.”

  Frankie waited until she heard the water come on in the shower, then got out of bed and hurried to the bathroom. She pulled back the end of the shower curtain, stepped inside, put her arms around Johanna, and kissed the back of her neck. “I’ll wash your back,” she murmured.

  Frankie lathered some soap in her hands and slowly massaged it across Johanna’s slender, but firm shoulders, then down her strong back. When she reached Johanna’s ass, she took her time running her hands over the perfectly rounded cheeks and then ran a fingertip in the crack. Johanna’s sharp intake of breath aroused her.

  “Don’t start something you don’t intend to finish,” she warned in a throaty voice.

  “Oh, I intend to finish what I hope I’m starting,” she said softly as she removed her fingertip and brought her arms around Johanna as her hands cupped Johanna’s large breasts. “Ah, your nipples are already hard.”

  “Just being near you makes me hot.” Johanna leaned her head back. “Oh, that feels good.” She grabbed one of Frankie’s hands and placed it on her throbbing vagina.

  “What do you want?” Frankie whispered hoarsely. “Tell me, baby.”

  “You’d better fuck me now or you’ll be walking to work.”

  * * * *

  An hour later they sat in their moderately sized office at their desks, which were angled to face each other, but afforded them ample space between. The rest of the office consisted of six filing cabinets, a long counter, which held the printer, fax machine, and various office supplies. A small artificial tree stood in one corner. The off-white walls were accented with a few pieces of modern art, which blended well with the modern furniture. Two small windows with Barker and Obrien Investigations stenciled on them were situated on either side of the thick door. The office also contained a small bathroom and a storage room. The women especially loved the back entrance, which led to their own small private parking area. An accountant had occupied the office that was situated in the middle of a busy strip mall with a coffee shop and hair salon on either side. When the former tenant retired, Johanna and Frankie had jumped on the location, moving out of the cramped quarters they’d occupied upstairs of a luncheonette.

  “My car won’t be ready for at least another day. They’re having a problem getting a part,” Frankie grumbled as she hung up the phone. “It’s a good thing it didn’t conk out before you got home or I would have had to rent something.”

  “I told you to trade in your old Chevy for a new one. I know you and that old car have been together a long time, but come on, babe, give the old girl a rest. Twenty years is a long time.” Johanna smiled mischievously. “I might be persuaded to keep giving you a ride to work until your car’s ready. But it’s going to cost you.”

  Frankie wadded a piece of paper and threw it in her direction. The paper sailed past Johanna. “Wise ass!” She got up and bent over to pick it up.

  “Nice ass,” Johanna said, turning her head.

  “Oh, if we weren’t at work I’d show you just how nice it is,” she shot back.

  “Wasn’t it only an hour or so ago that it was pressed up tight against me?” Johanna ran her tongue seductively over her full lips.

  Frankie grinned as she walked back to her desk and sat in her chair. “God, woman, we’d better not get another case that keeps us apart for a week. You’re a nympho!”

  “Look who’s talking!” She smiled. “But I have to admit, it was pure hell being away from you, too. I don’t think I could have stood another night. It’s a good thing I brought my vibrator with me.” She seductively lifted an eyebrow.

  “Mmmm. You loved the phone sex. Your panting and moaning drove me crazy and I was tempted to say the hell with everything and jump in my car and come to you.”

  “I wish you could have, but face it, that wreck wouldn’t have gotten you far.” She grinned. “Your sensual voice over the phone is the next best thing to you in the flesh, which is always on the top of my list.”

  Before Frankie could reply, the office door opened abruptly and a well-dressed man entered. His eyes glanced, for a moment, around the room before settling on them as he made his way to the space between their desks. “I’m looking for Francine Barker and Johanna Obrien.”

  “You’ve found us,” Johanna said, rising. “I’m Johanna Obrien and this is my partner Francine Barker. How may we help you Mr.—”

  “McHenry…Graham.”

  Frankie stood up and walked over to Johanna’s desk.

  He eyed her as he cleared his throat. “I have reason to believe that my wife is having an affair. I’d like her followed. I’m assuming you do that kind of thing.” His tone was matter-of-fact and to the point.

  “Please have a seat.” Johanna motioned him to a chair in front
of her desk. Frankie positioned a chair at the side of Johanna’s desk giving her an ample view of both of them. They waited until he sat before sitting.

  Unless Johanna was tied up with another case, she generally handled the preliminaries while Frankie sat and observed, occasionally offering a comment. Through their unspoken body language the women determined whether they’d take a case or not. They hadn’t turned down too many in their careers, but there was always an off-the-wall type that their better judgments warned them to avoid. They’d gained a reputation for working quickly and efficiently. Clients from Philadelphia often required their services since Philly was located only a half hour drive away from Charlestown. They were good at what they did so it was no surprise that their reputation had spread. Most importantly, they loved their work, but even more they loved working together.

  McHenry pulled a photograph from his breast coat pocket and handed it to Frankie. “This is Cassandra…my wife.”

  Frankie studied the picture, and then handed it to Johanna. “What makes you think she’s having an affair?”

  McHenry frowned. “Large sums of money are missing from the account and she mysteriously disappears for hours at a time.”

  “Have you questioned her?” Johanna asked. “Maybe she has a good reason.”

  He threw his hands up. “She gave me a lame excuse about a friend in need. The friend doesn’t exist. Now will you take my case or not?”

  Frankie caught Johanna’s eye. Johanna nodded. These types of cases were a piece of cake and after their last case Frankie wanted something less stressful, but even more than that, a case that wouldn’t put them at opposite ends of the state. They weren’t often separated, but on the rare occasions they were, it tortured her. She glanced at Johanna, her pulse quickening as she jotted preliminary notes while her eyes drifted to Johanna’s long, slender legs which were crossed at the ankles. Just looking at her beautiful lover and partner still caused her heart to skip a beat even after all these years. Today, Johanna was dressed in a navy blue skirt, white lacy top and navy blue blazer. Navy blue pumps adorned her feet.

  Frankie rarely wore a skirt to the office and tried, with Johanna’s help, to keep her office attire businesslike. She had chosen brown dress slacks, a beige knit pullover, and comfortable brown oxfords.

  She was as much in love with Johanna now as she’d been when they moved in together ten years ago. They’d met two years before that when Joanna was transferred to Frankie’s Philadelphia police precinct. As she listened to Graham McHenry drone on about his wife’s alleged indiscretion, she allowed her mind to wander to the day she’d first been introduced to Johanna.

  * * * *

  Frankie hadn’t been sure what she thought of being partnered with a woman until she met Johanna. She’d been on the force for a little over a year and the men treated her well, but of course, she kept her sexual orientation under wraps. She doubted most of them would care since she knew some gay cops in the other precincts, but she also knew how many were ridiculed behind their backs.

  She went out for drinks with her co-workers, but refused to share details of her private life convincing them her significant other, a career military man, was stationed overseas. The men who may have had a more personal interest soon got the hint that she wasn’t available and definitely not interested. Most of the women were either busy with their families or looking for men. She had little in common with them so she supposed most thought she lived in her own private little world waiting for her soldier to return. What she was waiting for was her heart to completely heal after a rough breakup the night before she left for the police academy. As time went on it did heal, but she’d met no one who interested her. A couple of times a month she went to some clubs, had a few drinks, danced a little, but always came home alone. She’d had many opportunities, but one-night stands had never been her thing.

  When she met Johanna Obrien, she felt like a teenager with a crush and knew it would take all the willpower she possessed not to throw herself at Johanna’s feet. Johanna was a knockout standing five feet six inches, curvy, and oozing femininity. She kept her long beautiful auburn hair pinned up making her sleek neck look almost swanlike. Her clear green eyes caused Frankie’s heart to skip a beat whenever Johanna looked at her. Frankie realized that Johanna probably had men beating down her door so she kept reminding herself to cool her fantasies about her co-worker. Johanna was obviously straight and it depressed Frankie to realize that after all this time, when her heart was finally ready to take a chance on love again, she’d not only fallen for her co-worker, but a straight woman to boot. But she couldn’t stop the fantasies. She kept them buried deep inside and only released them in the cool darkness of the night where she’d lie in her bed tossing and turning as images of Johanna invaded her mind. She’d never seen a woman who looked so hot in uniform as Johanna did, and her fantasies let her slowly and sensuously remove the uniform and caress the soft flesh until Johanna begged her to take her. Her nighttime fantasies caused her to struggle for self-control during the day, working so close with her.

  Frankie soon found out that working with Johanna was going to be a challenge. She was all work and no play. If talk didn’t concern the precinct or a case they were involved in, she wasn’t interested. All she knew about her new partner was that she was single. Johanna wouldn’t offer even a glimpse into her private life and didn’t appear to care about Frankie’s.

  Frankie missed the pleasant chitchat with her previous partner Sam Bolton. She’d enjoyed the stories about his twin boys’ teenaged antics and devoured the wonderful treats his doting wife Britta often sent when they were on a stakeout together. Their partnership ended when a boating accident finished his career, forcing him to take an early retirement. Johanna filled his slot. All in all, though, Frankie enjoyed her nighttime fantasies, realizing for the first time in months, that her heart had fully recovered from her previous breakup. She could once again feel intense yearning and desire. Unfortunately for Frankie, her desire seemed to stay focused on the one woman she’d never be able to have. She’d be happy to settle for only friendship, but Johanna didn’t seem interested in offering her that either.

  It wasn’t until months later at the precinct’s annual picnic that she saw another side of Johanna. Frankie hated going to these functions and even though they were billed as a day of camaraderie and fun, it was mandatory to put in an appearance. She made her usual rounds, talking and laughing with the officers and their families or significant others. As was her habit, she’d come alone. When she spotted Johanna, her heart flipped upside down. Johanna looked uncomfortable surrounded by a group of their co-workers and Frankie assumed the single men were trying to get her to go out with them. She didn’t blame them. Johanna could turn heads no matter where she went or what she was wearing. Today her long hair was down, cascading over her shoulders. She was dressed casually in a pair of tight jeans, a precinct tee shirt and tennis shoes.

  Frankie caught Johanna’s eye and smiled. Maybe out of work Johanna would loosen up a bit and she could find out what went on inside that beautiful head of hers. Johanna smiled back and Frankie took that as an invitation to join her. She walked confidently over to where Johanna was perched on a bench with a can of beer sitting in front of her on a picnic table. The men greeted Frankie and chatted with her for a few minutes, then drifted off to mingle with their comrades.

  “Having fun yet?” Frankie rolled her eyes then smiled.

  Johanna laughed. “I’m putting in my obligatory appearance and then I’m out of here. You?”

  Frankie looked into Johanna’s beautiful sea-green eyes. “We have to work with them all week, but I definitely don’t care to spend my leisure time with them.” She sat on the picnic bench across from Johanna, folded her hands, and placed them on the table.

  Johanna nodded, then picked up her can of beer and took a long swallow. “You look even more anxious to get out of here then I am,” she said as her eyes swept over Frankie. “Got a hot date tonigh
t?”

  Frankie was surprised with Johanna’s unaccustomed comment. “No. I’ll probably clean my apartment and maybe rent a movie.” She shrugged. “That’s the highlight of this weekend.”

  Johanna’s eyes narrowed. “For some reason I find it hard to picture you sitting home alone watching TV on a Saturday night.”

  She shrugged again. “I go out once in awhile, but I enjoy the serenity of my apartment after dealing with the shit we have to on the job.” She carefully eyed the other woman. “Maybe I shouldn’t say this, but we’ve been working together for a few months now and I know very little about you.”

  Johanna stiffened. “I’m a private person. I don’t share details of my personal life with those I work with.” She cast her eyes down then brought them back up level with Frankie’s. “I learned my lesson the hard way.”

  Frankie picked up her can of beer, took a sip and watched Johanna as a dark shadow crossed her flawless face. She chose her next words cautiously for fear of getting her head verbally knocked off. “Were you involved with someone on the force in your previous precinct?” she asked softly. “Is that why you’re so aloof?”

  “It’s none of your damned business,” Johanna snapped. She abruptly stood up. “I’m out of here. I’ll see you on Monday.”

  Frankie’s jaw dropped. She scrambled to her feet and hurried after her. “Wait up. I’m sorry if I offended you. I was just trying to make conversation.”

  Johanna stopped, and then whirled around facing her, hands on her hips. A gentle breeze lifted her silky hair and the light scent of her perfume filled Frankie’s nostrils. Her face was flushed. “I don’t mean to be rude, but I have to go.”

  As she turned, Frankie touched her elbow. “Look, there aren’t many women in our precinct. I just thought you might be lonely since your transfer to Philly.”

  “I enjoy my solitude.”

  “I’m sorry what I said before. You’re right, it’s none of my business. I need to think before I speak.” She shrugged. “I really didn’t mean to pry into your personal life. I’m sorry if I offended you. I promise in the future I’ll limit any conversation only to work issues.” She turned and started walking in the opposite direction.