A Family For The Holidays. Sherri Shackelford

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      The door swung open and Lily appeared in the entry.

      He blinked a few times, wondering if he was hallucinating. Had the blow Sheriff Koepke delivered rattled his brain? She was just as he remembered. Her blond hair surrounded her face in a lustrous halo. Her coat was an indistinguishable shade of brown, but the hem of her bright yellow dress peeked out from beneath the wool.

      His jaw hung slack. “What are you doing here?”

      “I’ll explain later. Where are the keys to the cell?”

      He motioned with one hand toward a narrow cupboard on the wall.

      Lily and her cheerful smiles were a jaunty dash of liveliness in a desolate world. Entombed in a Nebraska winter for eight weeks, he’d begun to think the wind and snow had extracted all the color from the world. The barren landscape and drab buildings along with the constant haze had taken their toll.

      With brisk efficiency she flipped open the door and retrieved the keys. “Where are your shoes?”

      Being caught in his stocking feet left him feeling exposed and oddly defenseless.

      “On the bench by the door.”

      “Hmm.” She snatched one of his boots and studied the sole. Relief flitted across her face. “Just as I thought.”

      “What did you think?”

      “Never mind. What about your gun belt? You’ll need that, as well.”

      “The belt is hanging on the hook above your head, but they took my guns.”

      Jake doubted Sheriff Koepke planned on giving them back.

      Jingling the keys, she approached his cell.

      He braced his hands on the bars. “What are you doing?”

      “I’m releasing you.”

      He couldn’t have been more surprised if she’d declared she was riding an elephant in the Sahara. “You can’t. That’s against the law.”

      “What does an outlaw care about breaking the law?”

      Good point. “I don’t want you in trouble with the sheriff.”

      “It’s my fault you were arrested,” she stated matter-of-factly. “I’m correcting the wrong. I’m letting you out.”

      “That’s not how the law works.” He scrubbed a hand down his face. “Give me the keys.”

      “Why?”

      “Because if I open the door, you didn’t break the law. I did.”

      “You’re a terrible outlaw.” She dangled the keys through an opening in the bars. “No wonder you got yourself arrested.”

      “You have no idea.”

      He awkwardly groped at the lock, turned the key and yanked open the door. “Why are you doing this?”

      Unbearably relieved he’d purchased new socks the previous week, he took a seat on the bench and tugged his boots over his stocking feet.

      “I’ve been doing a little investigating,” she said, crossing her arms over her chest.

      “Oh, no.”

      “Oh, yes. I’ve discovered a few things about Vic Skaar.”

      Jake’s attention sharpened. “What does Vic Skaar have to do with breaking me out of jail?”

      “I searched Emil’s rooms above the barbershop today. Someone had already been there.”

      A cold sweat broke out on his aching forehead. “Promise me you’re done with sleuthing, Miss Winter. It’s far too dangerous.”

      “I won’t promise you anything. Whoever searched the barbershop knew Emil wasn’t there. He knew Emil wasn’t going to catch him. Don’t you find that suspicious?”

      Jake wrapped his gun belt around his waist. He tightened the buckle, then strapped the second tie around his thigh.

      The empty holster weighed on his nerves. “And you think you know the identity of this mysterious housebreaker?”

      “Don’t pretend you don’t know who. The ruse doesn’t suit you. The view you were enjoying the other day faced the barbershop. When I saw Vic at the restaurant, he had a blue handkerchief in his pocket. I found the same blue handkerchiefs with Emil’s belongings.”

      While Jake admired her investigative skills, he didn’t want her involved in the case. “Coincidence. There’s only one store in town. Why break into someone’s room for a handkerchief?”

      “The place was dusty. Vic is clearly fastidious. He searched the rooms, wiped his hands on the handkerchief, then stuck it in his pocket out of habit.”

      Jake stifled a groan. “You’re too smart for your own good.”

      Keeping her out of danger was going to be impossible at this rate.

      “Don’t mock me.” Furious color suffused her cheeks. “I think Vic had something to do with Emil’s disappearance. I believe he may be after Sam and Peter for their inheritance.”

      “What brought you to that conclusion?”

      He didn’t doubt her, but he was curious about her reasoning.

      “Vic just informed me that the Tyler children were now a part of this jurisdiction, and the sheriff has decided that Vic Skaar should assume their guardianship.”

      “Those are some awfully fancy words for Sheriff Koepke.”

      “My thoughts exactly.”

      Jake rubbed the back of his neck. He’d had some time to think while he was locked up. Whatever Vic was searching for, he hadn’t found the item. Jake had watched Vic exit the building looking grimmer than when he entered. There was still something missing from his motivations. If he’d been responsible for Emil’s disappearance over his poker debt, why search his rooms? Dead men didn’t collect debts.

      A sudden realization dawned on Jake. Vic hadn’t found out about Emil’s grandchildren until after he’d searched Emil’s rooms. He also hadn’t discovered what he was searching for, which meant he needed a new plan.

      Lily, Sam and Peter had dropped into his lap like a gift. Vic and Emil were definitely tangled in some trouble.

      None of that explained why Lily wanted to bust him out of jail. Especially considering she’d practically put him there.

      “Why are you here?” Jake asked. “I still don’t know what you want from me.”

      “I think that’s obvious. You’re a gun for hire, aren’t you?” She extended the pistol she’d held on him earlier, the muzzle down. “Here’s a gun. I want to hire you.”

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