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The Sinner: A Rizzoli & Isles Novel

The Sinner: A Rizzoli & Isles Novel

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Autoren: Tess Gerritsen
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gifts yet.”
    He regarded her for a moment, and she looked away, not wanting to meet his eyes.
    “You’re not happy to be working with me again, are you?”
    She said nothing. Didn’t deny it.
    “Why don’t you just tell me what the hell is wrong?” he finally snapped.
    The anger in his voice took her aback. Dean was not a man who often revealed his emotions. Once that had infuriated her, because it always made her feel as if
she
was the one out of control, the one always threatening to boil over. Their affair had started because she had made the first move, not him. She had taken all the risks and put her pride on the line, and where did it get her? In love with a man who was still a cipher to her. A man whose only display of emotion was the anger she now heard in his voice.
    It made her angry, as well.
    “There’s no point rehashing this,” she said. “We have to work together. We have no choice. But everything else—I just can’t deal with that now.”
    “What can’t you deal with? The fact we slept together?”
    “Yes.”
    “You didn’t seem to mind it at the time.”
    “It happened, that’s all. I’m sure it meant about as much to you as it did to me.”
    He paused. Stung? She wondered. Hurt? She didn’t think it was possible to hurt a man who had no emotions.
    She was startled when he suddenly laughed.
    “You are so full of shit, Jane,” he said.
    She turned and looked at him—really
looked
at him—and was struck breathless by all the same things that had attracted her to him before. The strong jaw, the slate-gray eyes. The air of command. She could insult him all she wanted to, yet she’d always feel he was the one in control.
    “What are you afraid of?” he said.
    “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
    “That I’ll hurt you? That I’ll walk away first?”
    “You were never there to begin with.”
    “Okay, that’s true. I couldn’t be. Not with the jobs we have.”
    “And it all comes down to that, doesn’t it?” She rose from the bench and stamped the blood back into her numb feet. “You’re in Washington, I’m here. You have your job, which you won’t give up. I have mine. No compromise.”
    “You make it sound like a declaration of war.”
    “No, just logic. I’m trying to be practical.” She turned and started back toward the chapel door.
    “And trying to protect yourself.”
    “Shouldn’t I?” she said, looking back at him.
    “The whole world isn’t out to hurt you, Jane.”
    “Because I don’t let it.”
    They left the chapel. Walked back across the courtyard and stepped through the gate, which gave a resounding clang as it shut.
    “Well, I don’t see the point of trying to chip away at that armor,” he said. “I’ll go a long way to meet you. But you have to come halfway. You have to give, too.” He turned and started toward his car.
    “Gabriel?” she said.
    He stopped and looked back at her.
    “What did you think would happen between us this time?”
    “I don’t know. That you’d be glad to see me, at least.”
    “What else?”
    “That we’d screw like bunnies again.”
    At that, she gave a laugh and shook her head.
Don’t tempt me. Don’t remind me of what I’ve been missing.
    He looked at her over the roof of his car. “I’d settle for the first, Jane,” he said. Then he slid inside and shut the door.
    She watched him drive away, and thought: Screwing like bunnies is how I got into this mess.
    Shivering, she looked at the sky. Only four o’clock, and already, the night seemed to be closing in, stealing the last gray light of day. She did not have her gloves, and the wind was so bitter, it stung her fingers as she took out her keys and opened the car door. Sliding into her car, she fumbled to insert the key in the ignition, but her hands were clumsy, and she could barely feel her fingers.
    She paused, key in the ignition.
    Suddenly thought about lepers’ hands, the fingers worn down to stumps.
    And she remembered, vaguely, a question about a woman’s hands. Something mentioned in passing, that she had ignored at the time.
    She said I was rude because I asked why that lady didn’t have any fingers.
    She got out of her car and went back to the gate. Rang the bell again and again.
    At last Sister Isabel appeared. The ancient face that gazed through the iron bars did not look pleased to see her.
    “I need to speak to the girl,” Rizzoli said. “Mrs. Otis’s daughter.”
             
     
    She found Noni

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