A Texas Christmas: True Blue / A Lawman's Christmas: A McKettricks of Texas Novel. Diana Palmer

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      He nodded. “I work out of San Antonio DEA now instead of Houston, and she works for the local prosecutor, Blake Kemp, in Jacobsville. With her high blood pressure, I’d rather she stayed at home, but she said she’d do it when I did it.” He shrugged. “Neither of us was willing to try to change professions at this late date. So we deal with the occasional problem.”

      “Are you mixed up in the Barrera thing as well?” Rick asked curiously.

      “In a way. I’m related, distantly, to a high official in Mexico,” he said. “It gives me access to some privileged information.” He hesitated. “I don’t know how much they’ve told you.”

      Rick motioned Ramirez into a chair and sat down behind his desk. “I know that El General has a son who’s a sergeant with San Antonio P.D.,” he said sarcastically.

      “So you know.”

      “My mother told me. They wanted me to know, but nobody had the guts to just say it,” he bit off.

      “Yes, well, that could have been a big problem. Depending on how you were told, and by whom. They were afraid of alienating you.”

      “I don’t see what help I’m going to be,” Rick said irritably. “I didn’t know my biological father was still alive, much less who he was. The general, I’m told, has no clue that I even exist. I doubt he’d take my word for it.”

      “So do I. Sometimes government agencies are a little thin on common sense,” he added. He crossed his elegant long legs. “I’ve been elected, you might say, to do the introductions, by my cousin.”

      “Your cousin …?”

      “He’s the president of Mexico.”

      “Well, damn!”

      Ramirez smiled. “That’s what I said when he told me to do it.”

      “Sorry.”

      “No problem. It seems we’re both stuck with doing something that goes against the grain. I think the general is going to react very badly. I wish there was someone who could talk to him for us.”

      “Like my mother talked to me for the feds?” he mused.

      “Exactly.”

      Rick frowned. “You know, Gracie Pendleton got along quite well with him. She refused to even think of pressing charges. She was asked, in case we could talk about extradition of Machado with the Mexican government. She said no.”

      “I heard. She’s my sister-in-law, although she’s not related to my wife. Don’t even ask,” he added, waving his hand. “It’s far too complicated to explain.”

      “I won’t. But I remember Glory very well,” he reminded Ramirez. “Cash Grier and I taught her how to shoot a pistol without destroying cars in the parking lot,” he added with a grin.

      Ramirez laughed. “So you did.” He sobered. “Gracie might be willing to speak to the general, if we could get word to him,” Ramirez said.

      “We had a guy in jail here who was one of the higher-ups in the Fuentes organization. He’s going on probation tomorrow.”

      “An opportunity.” Ramirez chuckled.

      “Apparently, a timely one. I’ll ask him if he’d have the general call Gracie. Now, how do you get Gracie to do that dirty work for you?”

      “I’ll have my wife bribe her with flowers and chocolate and Christmas decorations.”

      “Excuse me?” Rick asked.

      “Gracie loves to decorate for Christmas. My wife has access to a catalog of rare antique decorations. Gracie can be bribed, if you know how,” he added.

      Rick smiled. “An assistant district attorney working a bribe. What if somebody tells her boss?”

      “He’ll laugh,” Ramirez assured him. “It’s for a just cause, after all.”

      Rick started down to the jail in time to waylay the departing felon. He spoke to the probation officer on the way and arranged the conversation.

      The man was willing to take a message to the general, for a price. That put them on the hot seat, because neither man could be seen offering illegal payment to a felon.

      Then Rick had a brainstorm. “Wait a second.” He’d spotted the janitor emptying trash baskets nearby. He took the man to one side, handed him two fifties and told him what to do.

      The janitor, confused but willing to help, walked over to the prisoner and handed him the money. It was from him, he added, since the prisoner had been pleasant to him during his occupation in the jail. He wanted to help him get started again on the outside.

      The prisoner, smiling, understood immediately what was going on. He took the money graciously, with a bow, and proceeded to sing the janitor’s praises for his act of generosity. So the message was sent.

      Gwen Cassaway was sitting at Rick’s desk when he went back to his office, in the chair reserved for visitors. He hated the way his heart jumped at the sight of her. He fought down that unwanted feeling.

      “Do they have to issue us these chairs?” she complained when he came in, closing the door behind him. “Honestly, only hospital waiting rooms have chairs that are more uncomfortable.”

      “The idea is to make you want to leave,” he assured her. “What’s up?” he added absently as he removed his holstered pistol from his belt and slid it into a desk drawer, then locked the drawer before he sat down. “Something about the case I assigned you to?”

      She hesitated. This was going to be difficult. “Something else. Something personal.”

      He stared at her coolly. “I don’t discuss personal issues with colleagues. We have a staff psychologist if you need counseling.”

      She let out an exasperated sigh. “Honestly, do you have a steel rod glued to your spine?” she burst out. Then she realized what she’d said, clapped her hand over her mouth and looked horrified at the slip.

      He didn’t react. He just stared.

      “I’m sorry!” she said, flustered. “I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to say that …!”

      “Cassaway,” he began.

      “It’s about the general,” she blurted out.

      His dark eyes narrowed. “Lately, everything is. Don’t tell me. You’re having an affair with him and you have to confess for the sake of your job.”

      She drew in a long breath. “Actually, the general is my job.” She got up, opened her wallet and handed it to Rick.

      He did an almost comical double take. He looked at her as if she’d grown leaves. “You’re a fed?”

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