by Bill Craig
A week later, Harker was sitting at his desk writing a report for an insurance client when the door opened, and Sylvia Cane walked in. She dropped into the chair across the desk from him.
“How did you know?” Sylvia asked.
“That you wouldn’t kill Cervantes?” Harker asked with a smile.
“Yeah, that.”
“Simple, doll. You’re just not the kind of gal that would do something like that. Sure, if the chance came up in the line of duty, you’d put a bullet between his eyes in a heartbeat. But not in cold blood. You just don’t have it in you.”
“Okay. I promised to pay you for finding out about Emma. Here’s the check,” she said, pulling it out of her purse and putting it on his desk.
“That’s not necessary, Sylvia.”
“It is for me. You earned every penny. And Harker?”
“Yes?”
“Try to stay out of trouble.”
“Where would be the fun in that?” he asked, watching her walk out the door. Harker picked up the check and put it in his pocket. He’d take it to the bank later.
Coming soon . . .The Runaway Redhead
Tommy Crane hired AJ Harker to find his wife. She had disappeared three days before. She had apparently fled their home after a fight. But something doesn’t feel right about it, and Harker doesn’t trust Crane. He agrees to take the case, but he takes it with reservations. If he finds the young woman, he plans on getting her side of the story before letting his client know. Except somebody doesn’t want Molly Crane found, and they are willing to kill to make sure that she isn’t found.
