Diana Palmer - Fearless

I WONT GO , G LORYANNE Barnes muttered.

Tall, elegant Detective Rick Marquez just stared at her, his dark eyes unyielding. Hey, dont go. No problem. Weve got a body bag just your sized own at the medical examiners office.

She threw a wadded up piece of paper across the desk at him.

He caught it with one lean hand and raised an eyebrow. Assault on a peace officer

Dont you quote the law to me, she shot back, rising. I can cite legal precedents from memory.

She came around the desk slowly, thinner than she usually was, but still attractive in her beige suit. Her skirt flowed to midcalf, above small feet in ankle-strapped high heels that flattered what showed of her legs. She perched herself on the edge of the desk. Her high cheekbones were faintly flushed from temper, and something more worrying. She had very long, light blond hair which she wore loose, so that it fell in a cascade down her back almost to her waist. She had pale green eyes and a wide forehead, with a perfect bow of a mouth under her straight nose. She never wore makeup and didnt need to. Her complexion was flawless, her lips a natural mauve. She wouldnt win any beauty contests, but she was attractive when she smiled. She didnt smile much these days.

I wont be any safer in Jacobsville than I am here, she said, trotting out the same old tired argument shed been using for the past ten minutes.

You will, he insisted. Cash Grier is chief of police. Eb Scott and his ex-mercenary cronies live there, as well. Its such a small town that any outsider will be noticed immediately.

She was frowning. Her eyes, behind the trendy frames of the glasses she occasionally wore in place of contact lenses for extreme nearsightedness, were thoughtful.

Besides he played his trump card your doctor said

Thats not your business. She cut him off.

It is if you drop dead on your desk! he said, driven to indiscretion by her stubbornness. Youre the only witness weve got to what Fuentes said! He could kill you to shut you up!

Her lips made a thin line. Ive had death threats ever since I got out of college and took a job here as an assistant district attorney, she replied. It goes with the work.

Most people dont mean it literally when they threaten to kill you, he returned. Fuentes does. Do I really have to remind you what happened to your co-worker Doug Lerner two months ago? Better yet, would you like to see the autopsy photos?

You dont have any autopsy photos that I havent already seen, Detective Marquez, she said quietly, folding her arms across her firm, small breasts. Im not really shockable.

He actually groaned out loud. His hands moved into his pockets, allowing her a glimpse of the .45 automatic he carried on his belt. His black hair, almost as long as hers, was gathered in a ponytail at his nape. He had jet-black eyes and a flawless olive complexion, not to mention a wide, sensuous mouth. He was very good-looking.

Jason said hed get me a bodyguard, she said when the silence grew noticeable.

Your stepbrother has his own problems, he replied. And your stepsister, Gracie, would be no help at all. Shes so scatterbrained that she doesnt remember where she lives half the time!

The Pendletons have been good to me, she defended them. They hated my mother, but they liked me.

Most people had hated her mother, a social-climbing antisocial personality whod been physically abusive to Glory since her birth. Glorys father had taken her to the emergency room half a dozen times, mumbling about falls and other accidents that left suspicious bruises. But when one bout of explosive temper had left her with a broken hip, the authorities finally stepped in. Glorys mother was charged with child abuse and Glory testified against her.

By that time, Beverly Barnes was already having an affair with Myron Pendleton and he was a multimillionaire. He got her a team of lawyers who convinced a jury that Glorys father had caused the injury that her mother had given her, that Glory had lied out of fear of her father. The upshot was that the charges against Beverly were dropped. Glorys father, Todd Barnes, was arrested and tried for child abuse and convicted, despite Glorys tearful defense of him. But even though her mother was exonerated, the judge wasnt convinced that Glory would be safe with her. In a surprise move, Glory went into state custody, at the age of thirteen. Her mother didnt appeal the decision.

When Beverly subsequently married Myron Pendleton, at his urging, she tried to get custody of Glory again. But the same judge whod heard the case against Glorys father denied custody to Beverly. It would keep the child safe, the judge said.

What the court didnt know was that Glory was in more danger at the foster home where shed been placed, in the custody of a couple who did as little as possible for the six children they were responsible for. They only wanted the money. Two older boys in the same household were always trying to fondle Glory, whose tiny breasts had begun to grow. The harassment went on for several weeks and culminated in an assault that left her bruised and traumatized, and afraid of anything male. Glory had told her foster parents, but they said she was making it up. Furious, Glory dialed the emergency number and when the police came, she ran out past her foster mother and all but jumped into the arms of the policewoman who came to check out her situation.

Glory was taken to the emergency room, where a doctor, sickened by what he saw, gave the police enough evidence to have the foster parents charged with neglect, and the two teenage boys with assault and battery and attempted sodomy.

But the foster parents denied everything and pointed out that Glory had lied about her mother abusing her. So she went back to the same house, where her treatment became nightmarish. The two teenage boys wanted revenge as much as the spiteful foster parents did. But they were temporarily in juvenile detention, pending a bond hearing, fortunately. The foster parents werent, and they were furious. So Glory stuck close to the two younger girls, both under five years old, whom she had been made responsible for. She was grateful that they required so much looking-after. It spared her retribution, at least for the first few days back at the house.

Jason Pendleton hated his stepmother, Beverly. But he was curious about her young daughter, especially after a friend in law enforcement in Jacobsville contacted him about what had happened to Glory. The same week she was sent back to the foster home, he sent a private investigator to check out her situation. What he discovered made him sick. He and his sister, Gracie, actually went themselves to the foster home after theyd read the investigators covertly obtained police report on the incidentwhich was, of course, denied by the custodians. They pointed to Glorys attempt to blame her mother for the abuse that had sent her father to prison, where he was killed by another inmate within six months.