Drake Sisters 04 - Dangerous Tides

explosion in the laboratory. She told him about Harry and ended by admitting she planned to talk to Edward Martinelli.

    Jonas was silent for a few minutes. "Libby, whoever this person is has been escalating their behavior. It would be too big of a coincidence to think that there are two killers working separately, one after Ty and one after you. I just can't buy it."

    "So you think the killer is after Ty."

    "Don't jump to conclusions," Jonas cautioned. "Take it step at a time. I haven't seen all the forensics yet, but it's very possible you're both in danger. Ty, you've been around those safety harnesses for years.
    How could one of them be sabotaged? If it wasn't an accident, and the first attack was on you, then we at least know where to start."

    Ty frowned and rubbed the bridge of his nose. "If it was cut, I would have noticed before I ever put it on. The harnesses are examined over and over. Before and after each use. And believe me, I'm meticulous about that. Our lives depend on our equipment and all of us are careful."

    "So you didn't notice anything at all out of the ordinary."

    Ty shook his head slowly, still frowning. "When I go up, I get an unbelievable adrenaline rush. Everything is very vivid. Colors. Smells." He stopped abruptly.

    "What is it?"

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    "I remember thinking I smelled chloroform."

    "Certainly chloroform wouldn't do anything to a safety harness," Libby said.

    "What other chemical smells like chloroform that would?" Jonas asked. "The suit looked as if something had chewed through it. The threads were gone completely. I could tell Brannigan thought it looked suspicious."

    "Something that would dissolve material," Tyson mused. "Harry would have access to all kinds of chemicals and he'd certainly know what each one would do. For that matter, even Joe Fielding might.
    And Ed Martinelli. I don't think we're narrowing the field of suspects."

    "No, but we at least are aware that your harness could have been tampered with and how they might have done it," Jonas pointed out. "Do you remember smelling anything else?"

    Tyson shrugged. "The usual things I think. Cologne. Aftershave. I smelled garlic. Nothing else to identify a chemical."

    "Some chemicals give off a garlicky smell, Ty," Libby reminded him.

    "Who would have access to the harness?"

    Tyson sighed and ran his hand through his hair, leaving him looking a bit rumpled. "I suppose anyone really. No one is supposed to go to the heliport, but it isn't high security. We have a gate, but it's open most of the time. If we're busy working, I think someone might be able to slip in easy enough."

    "And the attacks began on both of you after you started seeing one another," Jonas mused aloud. "Let me think on this, Libby. You two concentrate on the chemical. If you think of something that would eat through the material that smells like chloroform, let me know. And be careful when you talk to Martinelli.
    I'm not going to tell you it's a bad idea, because you're going to do it anyway, but let him know up front that I know where you are."

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    Libby leaned over to brush a kiss across his brow. "Get better fast, Jonas."

    Tyson wrapped his arm around her waist, his touch a shade possessive. Libby shot him an amused look.

    "If Hannah's still out there, send her back in," Jonas instructed.

    "No way. You're too abusive," Libby protested. "You deserve to lie here alone and think about what a jerk you are."

    "I know, but send her in anyway." Jonas caught Libby's hand when she scowled at him and went to turn away. "She said she was leaving, but she'd wait for you. Come on, Lib, give me a break. She looks so damned skinny and pale and worn out and it just makes me mad. She doesn't take care of herself."

    "So have her go home and we'll watch out for her."

    "No, you won't. She'll watch out for all of you. At least when she's with me she has to eat. If she doesn't, I don't." He smirked at her. "It works every time. She falls for the pathetic look."

    "She needs sleep."

    "I'll get her to lie down on the bed with me. I don't want to be alone."

    "You're such a baby. Fine, I'll ask her to come back, but you'd better treat her right and I'm going to tell her to leave the second you get nasty with her," Libby warned him.

    Jonas waved his hand at her. Libby glanced up at Tyson as she followed him out