Pursuit of Justice. Pamela Tracy

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      “Do you realize that by finding me, you’ve signed my death warrant?”

      “You did that yourself, lady. You chose your way of life a long time ago.”

      “Oh, were you there?” She glared at him. “You know the choices that came my way?”

      He frowned. “I’ve read the files.”

      Atkins poked her head in. “You need to back off, Sam. News travels fast. The feds want her.”

      “I brought her in.” He stared at Rosa. No way would he be delegated to gofer by special agents. This was his turf. He was responsible.

      “I’m sure they’ll thank you.”

      He thought for a moment that the words came from Atkins, but they hadn’t, and he was reminded why he had thought Rosa might be a cop. Wisecracks rolled off the tongues of those in blue, partly in jest, and partly as a shield from a daily routine that took them into the armpit of Gila City. Female officers tended to verbally raise their shield a bit more than Sam was used to.

      Atkins added, “Sam, I mean it.”

      “It’s my case.”

      By all rights, he should hate this woman. She had been there when a drug bust spiraled so out of control that Cliff was emotionally crippled, and his son was killed.

      She had been there, and she had left without making any attempt to help Cliff or save Cliff’s son.

      Funny way for a one-time registered nurse to act.

      If she had shown compassion, Jimmy Handley might still be alive and Cliff would wear his badge with pride and determination instead of with grim need. Instead Rosa Cagnalia stepped over the bleeding body of Jimmy Handley, picked up a bag full of money, and in the chaos of the moment, managed to disappear.

      Atkins rolled her eyes and backed out of the room. Sam looked at the two-way mirror. So the feds wanted Rosa. Having the FBI take over a case was something like inviting the class bully into your backyard. If you stayed, you got beat up. If you left, he destroyed your yard. Sam didn’t relish turning Rosa over to them, but she deserved whatever she got.

      He had nothing to lose by washing his hands of this woman.

      And nothing to gain by hesitating. So why was he? He flipped the handcuffs from his belt. “Stand up.”

      She stood, muttering under her breath.

      “What did you say?”

      “I need someone to feed my cat.”

      “Your cat! Lady, do you realize the trouble you’re in?”

      “You keep reminding me.”

      “Your cat is the least of your worries.”

      She didn’t say anything, just looked at him.

      “Ms. Cagnalia, surely there’s someone in this town who you can contact to feed the—”

      “No, there’s no one. I didn’t make any friends. I was afraid to.”

      She meant it. Her face was as serious as a funeral director and just as pale.

      “My cat needs food. There’s a key hidden under the garden gnome behind my trailer.”

      He waited for a please. It didn’t come.

      Reluctantly, he left her with Henry, the duty officer who handled admissions. Feed her cat! Of course, he’d do it. She’d just given him permission to enter her home. He’d probably have to search long and hard for the cat food.

      He could hardly wait.

      

      Rosa awoke to more pond scum green. On television they always showed rickety bunk beds and open toilets, but Rosa’s cell didn’t look that domesticated. Last night, after hours of questions, when they’d finally shoved her in here, she’d been too tired to care.

      Gingerly pushing up from the ledge she’d been sleeping on, Rosa tried to focus on what all had happened. She gingerly touched the back of her neck. A dull headache and a slight sore throat remained a souvenir of Cliff Handley’s wrath. It could have been worse.

      Stupid, stupid, stupid. Of all the dumb places to give in to the itch of a lead foot! She deserved to feel the bitter tightness when she swallowed. Stupid, stupid, stupid. She’d given a cop permission to enter her trailer. She didn’t dare hope he’d simply feed Go Away and leave, that simply wasn’t a cop’s nature.

      But she had no one to ask. She’d been careful at work to build up a reputation as a loner. She liked her coworkers too much to put them in danger. She’d been even more careful at church to distance herself and that hadn’t been easy. She dropped off casseroles at potlucks, crocheted pale pink or blue blankets for baby showers she didn’t dare attend, anonymously donated money for catastrophe relief, and all the while managed to convince the friendly folk of the Fifth Street Church that she was too busy to get involved more than a church service hello.

      She didn’t dare call Wanda Peabody.

      She’d been so careful, except for the cat. Oh, she’d tried. When the stray showed up outside her trailer, she’d refused to feed it. She’d said “Go Away” every day for a week. Then, when she found her next-door neighbor Seth tormenting it, she’d gone all indignant.

      She brought attention to herself, made an enemy of Seth and his girlfriend, and she’d wound up with a pet she didn’t dare keep. Once she brought it into her trailer, cleansed its wounds—oh, it felt good taking care of a living being again—and had given it some food, well, the cat stayed.

      Officer Friendly should feed Go Away. It was his fault Rosa was in jail. He was already involved, and nobody was likely to kill him as a way to get back on her. Plus, everything she’d discovered about Sam Packard while she’d been researching Cliff Handley suggested he was an honest, hardworking cop.

      And a wayward Christian.

      His name was in the directory of her church: the one he never attended. Hadn’t attended since his mother died. Well, before that, really. Yet, everything about him shouted believer. He was the Gila City cop who spoke about choices at the local high school. He was the Gila City cop who actually helped parolees find jobs—two of the cab drivers at her company owed Sam thanks. He looked to be a decent man, a giver.

      Pretty amazing since he’d first been assigned Handley as a partner?

      Handley was a taker.

      Still, even before she’d realized the name of the cop who had pulled her over, her first impression had been one of honesty. Dear Lord, she was scared. Clasping her hands together she prayed and tried to get a handle on how she should be feeling, what she should be doing, what Jesus would do.

      Worry wouldn’t add one moment to her life. God knew about the sparrows so he knew about her.

      Oh, she so wanted the concept to work for her. But, she never СКАЧАТЬ