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“I enjoyed your company. ”

Tony hadn’t expected to say that when he’d opened his mouth. This was much too personal and revealing.

“So did I. ”

Whatever else Sasha might have said was interrupted by the insistent buzz emitted by his pager.

“You thought right, Henderson. Now call for backup. ” Tony closed his phone. His expression was sober. “They found another body. ”

She stared at him, her eyes widening in horror. “I’m coming with you. ”

“This isn’t exactly according to the rules,” Tony said.

“Neither is death,” she answered softly.

She had him there, Tony thought. As he glanced at her direction, he wondered why he was really letting the doctor talk her way into coming along.

Her Lawman on Call

Marie Ferrarella

MARIE FERRARELLA

To Dr. Tonia Marralle, who delivered my children and gave me an idea to work with.

Contents

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 1

T here was something about a parking structure that always made her feel vulnerable. In broad daylight, she found them somewhat confusing. Most of the time she had too many things on her mind. Squeezing in that extra piece of information which identified where she had left her vehicle was usually one piece too many.

Finding her car when that happened turned into an ordeal that lasted for what felt like an eternity.

At night, when there were fewer vehicles housed within this particular parking structure, she felt exposed, helpless.

And déjà vu haunted her.

It was a completely irrational reaction, she was the first to acknowledge it as such. But it changed nothing.

She wanted to run, but chose to move slowly, retracing steps she’d taken thirteen hours ago, when her day at Patience Memorial Hospital had begun. The lighting down on this level was poor. One of the bulbs was out, leaving the resulting shadows to threaten one another.

The air felt heavy and clammy, much like the day had been. Typical New York City autumn, Sasha thought. She picked up her pace, making her way toward where she thought she remembered leaving her car, a small vintage Toyota that had seen more than a handful of design changes come and go.

Dr. Sasha Pulaski stripped off her sweater and slung it over her arm, stifling a yawn. She felt exhausted. By rights, she should have left for the apartment she shared with her two younger sisters more than two hours ago. She’d actually been on her way to the elevator when Angela had called out to her. Angela Rico was a nurse on the floor, but more than that, she was a friend. Angela told her that the young woman who’d given birth less than two hours ago had suddenly started hemorrhaging. Sasha doubled back quickly. It had taken her less time to cauterize the tiny broken vein than it had to calm down her patient, who was convinced she was going to die.