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week she d been happy to take a long hot bath and curl up with a good book and some vino. Getting to
talk to her best friend had been icing on the cake.
Like what did he ask?
Was this some adult version of passing a note in history class? If the sheriff was interested in her
romantically he had a funny way of showing it. She d left several messages at his office, all of which
had been ignored. Finally, she d tried showing up at the station a few times but he d been
conveniently out when she had. The deputy had promised to have Dare call her, but she was still
waiting and likely would be until her bones turned to dust. It didn t take a genius to figure out that he
was ducking her.
About your family, background, finances. Basically he wanted to know if Jared had ever done a
full check on your past.
Anger crept up the back of Rayne s neck and her fingers dug into the soft down of her comforter.
My finances? He asked about that? Shit, I m going to kick him in the balls next time I see him. Oh
wait, I ll never see him because he s been avoiding me for over a week now. Asshole.
He s avoiding you? Passive aggressive isn t Dare s style. He s full on confrontation. Did you
scare him or something?
Rayne grasped the glass of wine and tossed half of it back in one gulp. I dunno. Maybe I smell
bad or he thinks I m funny looking. Dammit, he s investigating me. That s bullshit.
Misty sighed into the phone. That s pretty much what I told Jared, and then he said that Dare was
just doing his job or some crap like that. Anyway, I said that if he was going to make excuses for Dare
he was sleeping on the couch.
Rayne groaned and banged her head against the stack of pillows she was using to prop herself up.
That makes it even worse. I don t want to come between you and Jared. This is Dare s issue, clearly.
That man doesn t have an ounce of tact. If he wanted to know about me all he had to do was ask.
Another thought occurred to her and she couldn t stop herself from expressing it out loud. So& had
Jared investigated my background?
Hell no. He d be sleeping in the barn if he had and he knows it. He told Dare he d do a full
check on you but that he wouldn t do it without your knowledge. Dare said it wouldn t be necessary.
Rayne was still pissed. For all she knew, he d simply asked someone else to do it.
Rayne? Are you still there?
Rubbing the back of her neck, Rayne tried to calm the ever-growing anger in her belly. She hated
that Dare Turner could get under her skin like this. The fact that she found him physically attractive
only made it worse. Someone that hot looking shouldn t be such a jerk.
I m here. I m just mad.
He really is just doing his job like Jared said. He had to investigate you to see if there was some
sort of link between you and the murder. He d be remiss if he didn t.
Sounds like Jared didn t have to sleep on the couch.
Which was a good thing as the couple were completely perfect together. Rayne had never seen
truer love than Misty and Jared. They were disgustingly happy and still hot for each other, even after
having a baby. She could only dream of finding someone to love her half as much as Jared loved
Misty.
He didn t, Misty giggled. He explained the process of looking into a murder, and honestly it
sounds terrible for the people closest to it. A lot of poking into your private life and nosing around
which is awful, but I guess something that has to be done. I know Dare gets on your nerves, but you
might want to cut him some slack on this one.
She wanted to do that, and then he d do something that made her change her mind. He d had a
tough time of it and she d hoped to be able to be extra kind to him when she saw him, but then he went
and dodged her for days. She couldn t decide whether to kick him in the shin or give him a great big
old hug.
Gotcha. Slack. I ll get right on it.
Dare did have a thankless job that she wouldn t want for all the money in the world, so maybe she
would let it go. She wasn t the type to hold a grudge.
I don t suppose Dare said anything to Jared about the case when he called? I don t have a clue as
to what is going on with it.
Not that I know of, but Jared said it takes time for the autopsy and forensics to come back. Dare
may not know anything.
I simply want to know why someone broke into my shop and then shot someone.
You may never really know the truth, even after Dare finds who did this. Criminals aren t known
for their veracity.
Rayne shivered at the thought that the person who perpetrated these crimes might get away scot
free. That meant they were still around and could come back. Perhaps to finish what they started.
The disturbing thoughts didn t make for a good night s sleep. For her own peace of mind, she
hoped Dare caught whomever had killed that man.
And put him behind bars for good.
* * * *
Dare slammed his fist down on the scarred wood of the old desk. Sitting in his office at the sheriff s
station, he had the file in front of him from the tattoo shop break-in and murder, and to say that there
wasn t much there was an understatement.
The fingerprints hadn t matched anything in the system.
The footprints out back of the shop had turned out to be a common hiking boot, size ten.
The autopsy revealed the victim had been shot in the back from about five feet away with a .38
caliber revolver. The bullet didn t match anything in the system either.
Dare had no witnesses and barely any evidence. Jared and Logan were working on the
background of the victim, but they d been spending all their time on a different case so Dare was in
waiting mode.
He fucking hated waiting for anything.
There had been no other break-ins since then and crime had been light, except for a couple of
teenagers spray painting graffiti and a rumble down at the local watering hole. Nothing that was going
to lead him into finding out why someone would break into Rayne s shop and then shoot another
human being after chasing them out of the back door. He didn t have the patience to put puzzles
together one piece at a time. He was no Sherlock Holmes.
Speaking of no Sherlock Holmes&
Deputy Billy was lumbering into the sheriff station to take the late shift. Dare was ready to go
home, pop open a beer, and sit in front of some mindless television. He wanted to forget this
frustrating case even if it was only for one night.
Hey, Sheriff. Sorry I m late.
Again. Billy must have been an overdue baby because he d been running late since then. Time
seemed to have little to no meaning in his world.
It s been quiet. Call if you need me. I m heading home.
With any luck it would stay quiet.
Will do. By the way, tell Sophie I really like her new tat. I saw her and Tim at the diner and she
was showing it off, but I didn t have a chance to tell her myself. I was already running late for here.
Ink? No fucking way.
Sophie was showing off a tattoo?
Billy shrugged out of his jacket and hung it on the peg next to the door. Sure was. On her left
shoulder. Pretty purple flowers. Rayne sure did a good job. She s got talent.
And nerve. Dare had already told that woman not to ink his little sister. He d known Rayne was
trouble and this simply confirmed it.
He needed to have a talk with Miss Rayne Dunn.
Right now.
Chapter Ten
Another boring Saturday night at home. [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]