Nobody's Hero. Carrie Alexander

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      “I CAN’T HELP NOTICING your limp.” Connie brushed away a tree branch that threatened to spring back at her face. Sean’s hand flashed out to catch it. She looked over her shoulder at him. “Were you injured in the line of duty?”

      He gave a reluctant nod. “Gunfire.”

      Her eyes widened. “How horrible.”

      “Yeah. Horrible.” A touch of his hand to the small of her back got her moving again. He didn’t want her watching him, especially with such a compassionate expression. “I’d stopped a car driving erratically, and the driver came out shooting.”

      He paused, uncertain how much he wanted to say. “Turned out he was an ex-con with a history of drug and spouse abuse. I took a round in the thigh before he went down.”

      Connie clenched her teeth. “Was anyone else hurt?”

      Sean couldn’t respond. Physically, the man’s family had survived. But emotionally…? The loss of a father, even one who wasn’t the best at the job, was not something a kid recovered from easily.

      Connie glanced at his face and shuddered, obviously assuming the worst.

      “I’m sorry that happened to you,” she said softly as they stepped out of the woods onto the manicured grounds of the Sheffield estate. Up ahead, Pippa trudged across a sloping lawn striated with shadows, heading toward the tall hedges of the maze. It looked ominous in the darkness, a gothic bulwark. Ornate cast-iron lampposts flanked dual entrances, on opposite sides of the maze.

      “I’m trying not to dwell on the incident.” He managed to swallow what felt like a stone in his throat. The dwelling was debatable, but certainly incident was too nice a word for the horror of seeing a man dead on the pavement—killed by Sean’s gun—the wife streaked in her husband’s blood as she wailed over his lifeless body.

      Luckily, Connie was no longer watching his face. Her concern was with her daughter, who turned and waved at them to hurry. “Please don’t mention the shooting to Pippa. Her imagination is already overdeveloped.”

      He wouldn’t have, of course, but…

      “It might do her good to realize that real police work isn’t like a schoolgirl mystery.”

      “Maybe so.” Connie frowned as Pippa disappeared into the maze. “Except that she’s only ten years old and has already been through enough.”

      “I understand.”

      Connie started across the lawn. “Actually, no, you don’t.” She stopped suddenly and he had to pull up, his palm once more landing on her back, between her shoulder blades. He would have removed it, but she turned toward him with such a look of stark vulnerability that it was all he could do not to pull her into a comforting embrace.

      A moment passed before she gathered herself to speak. Her shoulders squared. “I should have explained that my husband passed away. Leukemia. Two years and ten months ago, but Pippa hasn’t been the same since his death. Probably never will be.”

      Connie’s voice was low and swift; Sean inclined his head to catch every word.

      “Her sleuthing is all tangled up with Phil’s memory. He was the one who read her the Trixie books. And so this preoccupation with you…” Connie shook her head. “At first you were one of her ‘suspects.’ Now, well, I’m not sure what’s going on in her head, considering your job. But I wanted you to have some idea—a warning, I guess—of why she’s attached herself to you.”

      “I see.”

      “Has she said anything to you about—” Connie cut herself off. “I don’t know why I’m asking a stranger for help.”

      “Am I still a stranger?”

      Moonlight illuminated her face as she tilted it up toward his. Her eyes were dark green beneath her lashes, which drew spiked shadows across the curves of her cheeks. “No, I suppose not.”

      He brushed his fingers over her narrow back, feeling the warmth of her beneath the thin layer of fabric. They’d had a nice conversation over dinner, speaking only of normal things, like the weather and the island, the baseball season, where they’d been raised and gone to school, how much Pippa would enjoy the fifth grade if she gave it a chance. The girl hadn’t been persuaded.

      “You’ve been very nice about us intruding on your vacation,” Connie said, “but Pippa may become an annoyance, especially now that she knows your profession. I’ll do my best to keep her from invading your privacy. If she does, send her on her way. But be a little СКАЧАТЬ