When she turned back to Kadin, she saw he’d finished and now observed them.
She cleared her throat. “As I’m sure you’ve ascertained from the report, no one knows what became of Ella after she closed the library. She never showed up to her husband’s work-related dinner party. Less than twenty-four hours later, a man with a flat tire saw her body and called the police. The evidence is limited. There were tire tracks and not much else. Lots of pictures. Her clothes and shoes were bagged correctly, each labeled Dress, Underwear, Pantyhose and Bra.”
“How were they rebagged?” Kadin asked.
Relieved that he’d dismissed her and Jamie’s steamy moment, she said, “Not taken out of their original packaging, just sealed better from what I can tell. I sent the clothes to a lab.”
“Good thinking. Can you stop them from going to your lab?” Kadin asked.
Taken aback, she recalled her conversation with Margaret. “I think so, our office manager said she’d take them Monday when she runs her other errands.”
“Send them to me. I have a lab that will do the best job. If there’s trace evidence, they’ll find it, and if anything has been contaminated, they’ll know how to handle it.”
“All right.” But Reese felt suddenly cornered. This could be the beginning of a connection and she wasn’t sure she was ready for that. Plus, he had a take-charge attitude. Would giving him her evidence be wise? Yes, for the case, but maybe not so much for her.
“This case is very cold,” Kadin said, probably picking up on her hesitation. “You need all the expert help you can get if you want to solve it.”
She did want to solve it. How badly began to take over. If she had to have an extended relationship with Kadin to do that, she would. But why did he offer to help? Was it passion for what he did—avenge victims of heinous crimes? Or did he sense something in her? Her personal reason for coming...?
He looked over more of the pages, coming to the pictures and taking special time to go through those. In the lapse in talk, she slid a glance toward Jamie and caught him checking her out again, sending more delicious tingles fluttering through her. He looked younger than Kadin but not by much. Kadin had to be well into his forties. She’d put Jamie at around thirty-one. Of all the things she imagined would happen while she was here, meeting a hunk wasn’t one of them.
“Have you talked with any neighbors or family and friends—if any are still alive?”
Reese turned back to Kadin. “There is no family.” Jeffrey had no living relatives and the report said Ella had no family, either. That had come from talking to neighbors and friends, who’d claimed Ella had told them she had none.
“Pay particular attention to the husband. Nine times out of ten, they’re the killer.”
“Not Jeffrey.” She couldn’t even picture him holding a rope around someone’s neck. “He was the most harmless man I’ve ever met.”
“The most demented ones usually seem that way,” Jamie said. “They’re good at blending into society, even to the point of being likable. Take human traffickers for example. They lure innocent foreigners to the US with the promise of honest work and force them into slave labor, or worse.”
He seemed to have firsthand experience with that kind of person. “But...what if he’s as innocent as he seems?”
“You said his wife was supposed to meet him at a dinner party,” Kadin said.
“Yes.”
“Sounds like a perfect alibi to me.”
Too perfect. What he implied hit her. No one had considered Jeffrey had gone to the dinner party on purpose, knowing his wife would close the library alone, knowing she’d never show up for dinner.
“Forget what a quiet, nice man Jeffrey appeared to be and look into any motive he may have had to kill her.”
Reese thought of the hidden money. “My God.”
“Already know of something?”
“The carpenters doing the renovations on my house found some money hidden under the floorboards of my bedroom. That’s how I learned of the murder. Jeffrey and Ella lived there. Jeffrey lived there until he died two years ago. If he killed his wife over the money, why hide it?”
“Maybe he didn’t know where it was.”
“Obviously, he didn’t. So, why kill her before knowing?”
“You must be a good deputy,” Kadin said. “Those are all the questions I’d ask. The key is asking them all, no matter how unlikely the motive seems. Even if he knew of the money, that could be enough motive. He may not have found it, that’s all. People have killed for less.”
She glowed and felt strange for doing so, because the way he instructed her felt like father-daughter advice. He shared from his vast experience. That she appreciated, but seeing him as a father figure gave her a panicky feeling. She did not want to be close with her biological father, did she? How drastically would that change her life? Her plans?
She had parents. Biological parents she didn’t even know couldn’t take their place. And she had plans of her own for her future. She was just curious. That’s all. Besides, her life had no room for obligatory relationships.
She uncrossed her legs and switched to her left one on top, a movement Jamie caught with manly appreciation, much more pleasant than her uncertainty over Kadin and what he represented.
“Let me have some more time with these documents,” Kadin said. “How long are you in town?”
“Just for the night. I have a flight late tomorrow afternoon.”
“Good. Let’s meet in the morning. Do you have a car?”
“I took a cab.”
“I’ll have one of my drivers take you to wherever you need to go, and to the airport tomorrow.”
“Thank you.” She felt special. He had drivers and cars. This operation was much more sophisticated than she thought. She glanced at Jamie, and he was the new security officer. A truly capable-looking man, if one judged by form. Few, if any, could likely overpower him. If the intelligence in his eyes was any indication, few, if any, would outsmart him, either.
Turning back to Kadin, she saw him take note of their exchange again and grew flustered.
“I should get going.” She stood.
Jamie stood right after her, and his looming body, even against her height, stimulated her pheromones.
“I’ll leave you two to...whatever it is you’re doing.” Kadin eyed them, teasing, as he stood.
She faced him, smoothing her shirt even though it needed no smoothing. “What time tomorrow?”
“Whenever you get here. I’ll clear my schedule. It’s not every day I get a forty-year-old murder case.”
She smiled back, feeling his passion for solving cases, especially those that didn’t haunt him. He’d offered to help for that reason, and that reason alone. He hadn’t picked up on any father-daughter vibes.
“Good to meet you, Reese.”
She shook his hand. “You, too.” She watched him leave and then the energy in the office changed. She was alone with this hot, sexy man. His presence engulfed her senses. If she touched him he’d burn her.
Where had this instant attraction come from? Was it the slope of his nose, the line of his jaw? His tall, muscular build? Or was it what she’d seen in his eyes? He was intelligent, yes, but he also exuded uncrushable confidence. Most likely what aroused her was the entire package. He physically stimulated and mentally intrigued her.
“Will you join me for dinner tonight?” he asked.
What an irresistible invitation. His lightness in flirting with her contrasted sharply with darkness lurking somewhere behind his magnetizing eyes. His mystery drew her as much as his physical perfection. How could she refuse? She wouldn’t. Dinner with him excited her.
“I’ll meet you in the Butte Hotel lobby at six. There’s a restaurant there,” she said.
“Ther
e’s also a restaurant across the street. I’ll meet you in the lobby and then we can walk there together.”
She’d seen that restaurant, the nicest one in Rock Springs. And something about him made her feel free to say, “Looking forward to it.”
A man like him wouldn’t fence her in. She had no desire for commitment at this point in her life. Their geographical distance assured her he’d be a pleasant encounter and nothing more.
* * *
Jamie wasn’t prepared for Reese in a dress. She emerged from the elevator with a jacket draped over her arm, blond hair up in a stylish bun and a light application of makeup accentuating her golden-brown eyes. She’d had her hair in a ponytail earlier. The black sleeveless jersey dress flared from the waist down and swayed as she walked toward him in spiky ankle boots. The modest bodice covered her chest to the rounded neckline. A simple silver cuff bracelet and silver hoop earrings finished the outfit. But he didn’t pay much heed to that. He’d like to get her hair down and see her only in those boots. He might let her wear the bracelet.
She stopped before him with a coquettish look.
“You look beautiful.” He had to say it. She did. And he was glad he’d worn a suit and tie.
Her luscious mouth curved in a smile. “I went shopping. I didn’t pack for a date.”
He offered his elbow, unable to stop looking at her.
She slipped into her jacket and then slid her hand under his elbow and onto his forearm.
Jamie’s blood heated as he walked with her across the street to the steak house. He couldn’t tell if his eagerness to start fresh with a normal life overshadowed his attraction to her. The first encounter with her had sizzled with chemistry. She’d felt it, too. He had seen it in her eyes. But he’d be making a mistake if he grabbed the first beautiful woman to step into his life if it turned out later she wasn’t The One.
With Dexter Watts dead, Jamie had no further obligation to Stankovich—the terms of his service were complete. Valdemar may not see it the same way, but Jamie had done all he’d asked, and Jamie had ensured his nemesis had nothing more to hold over him. That part of his life was over. He looked forward to the next part, the best part, but he intended to get it right this time.
His days of pushing the envelope and working for the wrong people were over. He’d take his life back working for Kadin, a good man with an honorable cause. He could still travel and see the world the way he loved, but he’d have his integrity intact. And a family with the right woman.
He didn’t know if Reese would be part of that journey. It sure felt promising, though.
“How does a town get the name Never Summer?” he asked as he opened the door for her.
“It’s surrounded by fourteen-thousand-foot mountains.” She stopped inside the restaurant lobby. “And ten thousand feet above sea level doesn’t allow for a lot of warming.”
“Why would anyone want to live in a freezer like that?” he asked while they waited for the hostess to greet them.
“The beauty. The silence.” She sounded matter-of-fact. But then she softened as she thought further. “The smell of snow falling through a forest of coniferous trees, the wildflowers in summer and that first dampening of mountain soil.” Her eyes raised heavenward as she drifted, inhaling as though smelling the mountain air right now. “The air is so cool and crisp and fresh after a big snow.” She breathed in again, eyes closed.
He couldn’t stop an erotic image of her.
At last, she lowered her gaze to look at him. “Cities are stressful.”
He grunted because he had the exact opposite feeling toward cities. Cities comforted him the way her chilly, remote mountain hideaway did her. “I still don’t see the reason for the name Never Summer.”
“We have a summer but it never really gets hot. Mid-July to maybe early September are the warmest.”
That sounded more stressful to him than cities.
“Right this way,” the hostess said.
At their table, Jamie pulled out the chair for Reese, unable to recall the last time he’d done this for a woman. Long before the military. The girl after high school. He’d broken up with her to join the Army.
She smiled up at him, seeming to enjoy this as much as he was. The first date. The excitement of meeting someone who hit the mark. Or maybe he misread her. She did live in Colorado and his office was here in Wyoming. If she was all he felt she could be, then she was worth risking a long-distance affair for a while. He’d worry about logistics later.
He sat across from her. They spent the first few minutes in small talk, reading the menu, giving the waiter their order. The wine came and they sipped.
The air between them hummed electrically whenever their eyes met, as they connected on a subliminal level. He almost couldn’t bare the intense physical attraction and suspected she struggled with the same affliction. While he knew what he’d do with that magic, he didn’t think she’d be ready this fast. Besides, creating his new life would take time. He wouldn’t rush into it like he did his job with Aesir.
“So...deputy sheriff, huh?” he asked, breaking the silence. Just how serious was she about devoting a lifetime to Never Summer?
She rubbed her hand up her arm, forearms resting on the table, a slow, comforting caress that made him wish he could rub it himself. “There’s not much crime in Never Summer. Nothing compared to what your company sees.” Except the Neville cold case. That definitely compared.
“How did you get into law enforcement?”
She looked away in consideration. Had no one ever asked her that before?
Finally she met his eyes again. “I’ve always had an interest in law enforcement. As a kid I loved cop cars and uniforms and watched shows about good guys catching the bad guys. Now I have a degree in criminal justice and passed the police academy at the top of my class.” She smiled genuinely. “I love it. I can’t tell you why. I’ve served as deputy in Ute County for four years now.”
“You plan on staying there?” he asked.
“Why would I leave? My family is there.” She sipped her wine.
He didn’t like how certain she sounded, but her commitment to family counted as a plus. “Would you move somewhere else if an opportunity arose?”
“I’ve never considered that, other than leaving to go to college. Never Summer is a close-knit community.” She paused in thought. “There’s really nowhere else I belong. Besides, ‘Sheriff Harlow’ kind of has a nice ring to it.”
She had aspirations of becoming sheriff. He liked ambitious women.
“Sheriff Knox does, too.” He didn’t stop himself in time. “Sorry. That just came out.” He didn’t mean he’d propose marriage, only tested out the sound in anticipation of being married—someday.
Would she be ready to settle down? She looked young. Twenty-five or twenty-six. He kept that question to himself. Don’t move too fast.
He’d met women like her before, career-driven, tenacious, independent. They didn’t pick controlling men. He wasn’t looking for a woman to control. He was looking for a woman who meshed with him, a friend and a lover, someone who’d spend the rest of her life with him.
He must have looked at her in an intense way, as the passion he felt for his goal came out strong and freely. She fell into a long gaze with him, as they had several times now.
Then she seemed to jar herself back to the date, sitting straighter and putting her hands on the table. “Tell me your story. How’d you end up working for Kadin?”
“After the military, I went to work for a private company, but that ended up not being good for me.”
“Who did you work for? Why did it turn out not good?”
“I don’t want to talk about that now. The important thing is, now I work for Kadin.”
“All right.” She smiled.
Instead of pus
hing her away, his preference of remaining a mystery appealed to her. He found that a little suspicious. Did she like to avoid serious subjects? Would she not share her story to keep things casual? Her beauty and lively energy made him discard the flash of warning that this woman may not be in line with his vision of a future.
* * *
Except for Jamie’s slip when he’d said, “Sheriff Knox,” Reese liked how he kept serious talk at bay. He didn’t talk about his past, what had led him to Kadin. It was too personal. While the reason he didn’t might be something she should know, she didn’t have to find out tonight.
She felt safe with him, safe to explore the desire this man—this stranger—stirred. He seemed so dangerous, and yet he treated her so romantically. All through dinner they’d talked about likes and dislikes. Movies. Food. Politics. He liked action, meat and potatoes, and laws that helped the little people and kept greedy corporate leaders honest and fair. She liked the occasional chick flick but she also liked action. Meat and potatoes were okay but she preferred seafood. The two complemented each other in an inexplicable way.
With dinner finished, she didn’t want the night to end just yet. He presented her with temptation but...should she dare?
“There’s something I’d like to show you. Are you up for a drive?”
Drive? Alone with him? “Where?”
“I’d like to keep that a surprise. Something incredible, something a small-town girl like you would love to see.”
She wasn’t sure she should go anywhere with a man she’d only just met. But the fact that he worked for a man with Kadin’s reputation and she could defend herself as a trained cop, she agreed.
Now he pulled to a stop on a dirt road where it crested an incline. Moonlight gleamed over a grassy field atop the flat surface of the butte she’d seen from his office window.
“What’s here?” She saw nothing.
“Just wait. It’s usually around this time they show up—if they show up. They don’t always.”
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