Truth And Consequences. Lenora Worth

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      She took a good look at the injured train attendant and the man helping him. They’d both have to be questioned and cleared. “We’ll get to our search later, Hunter.”

      Turning from Hunter, she spoke into the radio attached to her shoulder. “James, need that bus, stat. We have one injured and one who doesn’t look so hot.” Then she added, “We need to clear the train, too. Hunter’s a little antsy.”

      “Bus is en route. ETA three minutes,” James Harrison, fellow rookie, responded. “I’ll take Hawk and have a look around, question some of the bystanders. Ellen’s on the way. She and Carly can help with a sweep.”

      Ellen Foxcroft was also a rookie, and her golden retriever, Carly, was trained in tracking. Her mother, the formidable Marian Foxcroft, who’d always been supportive of the K9 training program in Desert Valley, had recently made an offer to Chief Jones that he couldn’t ignore. They’d all been asked to stay here after graduation from the training course to help investigate the high-profile murder of their master trainer, Veronica Earnshaw.

      Marian had offered to underwrite their salaries since she wanted Veronica’s murder solved right away. Not to mention, she wanted the two suspicious deaths of two former rookies to be declared accidents once and for all. Marian didn’t like any black marks on the Desert Valley Police Department’s record. But someone seemed to have a beef with Marian, too, since she’d been found unconscious in her home a few weeks ago and was still in a coma at the Canyon County Regional Medical Center located twenty miles west of Desert Valley. Ellen had requested round-the-clock security for her mother’s room. They were all on high alert.

      “Roger that,” Whitney responded to James. While the rookies were still in Desert Valley, they took whatever calls they could to gain experience. James’s dog, Hawk, a bloodhound trained in crime scene investigations, would sniff out any evidence. And she’d get Hunter on that, too. “I’ll stay with the eyewitness.”

      Then she turned to the railroad employees and urged them to keep away the anxious passengers craning their necks to see what had happened. Her fellow officers would conduct interviews with the few passengers waiting to return to the train. Maybe they, or some of the passengers about to board for the first time, had seen something.

      Whitney leaned over the two men. “Hey, I’m Officer Whitney Godwin with the Desert Valley K9 Unit.” For now. Just until she could get through this murder investigation and, she hoped, move back to Tucson. Centering her gaze on the young, good-looking one, she asked, “Can you tell me what happened here?”

      He nodded and blinked as if refocusing, his hand splayed across a bloody shirt covering the other man’s wound. “Two men came up the aisle, heading for the exit.” He pointed to his left, indicating the third coach seat from the door. “They had two big duffels, and they ran smack into Mr. Gallagher here.” He stopped and sucked in a breath. “A bag ripped open and packages fell everywhere. All different colors but about the same size. Pretty obvious that they were carrying drugs.”

      Whitney nodded and took notes. No wonder Hunter was champing at the bit. Drugs? “Okay. What happened after that?”

      “One of them stabbed Mr. Gallagher.” He motioned to the injured man. “That same one saw me moving up the aisle and pulled a gun on me, but when they heard voices outside, the other man talked him out of shooting me. They grabbed their duffels and left. I watched them get into a dark SUV in the parking lot.”

      He checked the injured man’s pulse and talked to him in soothing, reassuring tones. “Hang on, Mr. Gallagher. Help is coming.”

      Whitney went over her notes to make sure she had everything, his soothing voice calming her, too. He had a distinctive accent, a Southern drawl. “Did they pull a gun on the victim?”

      “No. He surprised them. The man stabbed him, probably to keep anyone from hearing. But I saw the whole thing, so he pulled the gun on me.” David shook his head. “I guess they thought everyone had exited already, and we both surprised them.”

      “He’s telling the truth,” Mr. Gallagher said in a weak voice. “He threatened this young man if he talked. Threatened me, too, but I’m not scared of any criminal. Drug runners are getting mighty bold these days.”

      “Got it,” Whitney said, glancing at the man aiding the victim. Obviously he hadn’t taken that threat seriously, either. “And again, where were you, sir, when this took place?”

      He looked up at her with deep brown eyes that were now clear and sure. “The last seat on the right, near the door to the next car. I...I’m an army medic. I mean, I’m a former army medic.”

      “Army medic?” That brought a heavy pain to Whitney’s heart. Her brother had been a sergeant in the army. But he’d been killed almost a year ago. Before she could figure out how to tell him about all the changes in her life.

      I made it, Lucas. She had so much she wanted to tell her big brother, such as that she’d passed through her second stint of training without a hitch and that she had an amazing responsibility in her life, her baby daughter, Shelby, but now it was too late.

      At least her brother had accepted her choice of careers before he’d died. Wishing he could have seen her graduate after her second attempt to finish the rigorous twelve-week K9 training here in Desert Valley, Whitney pushed aside the too-sad thoughts of her brother and got back to her job.

      “Okay, that’s good. You’re both doing great. The paramedics should be here any minute.”

      Already she could hear another dog barking. Probably one of her fellow rookies coming to help out. They were all stuck here on the big investigation into the murder of Veronica Earnshaw and the suspicious deaths of the two rookies.

      Whitney didn’t have time right now to think about those deaths, even though she’d been personally involved with one of the victims.

      For now this stabbing had to be her top priority. She needed to get the details right or she’d hear an earful from Chief Jones. The chief had her on his radar since she’d gone to him with a theory regarding one of those deaths, a theory he’d found hard to believe. If she messed this up, he might think she wasn’t qualified for the job.

      The medic seemed calmer now, so she hoped she could trust his eyewitness details to be accurate. He seemed capable and sure, even if he was a bit disoriented.

      Then, because she wanted to know, and needed to know for her report, she asked, “What’s your name?”

      “David Evans.” He waited as if he expected her to say something else, his brown eyes bright with anticipation.

      Whitney wrote his name in her notes. They’d run a background check on him. “You’re passing through?”

      With what looked like relief in his eyes, he shook his head. “No. I’m here to stay for a while. Maybe.”

      Surprised, Whitney added that to her notes. “Welcome to Desert Valley.”

      He gave her a tight smile. “Thanks. Is it always like this?”

      Whitney shook her head. “No. More like routine traffic stops and bar brawls. But...we do get some drug runners through here now and then.” She glanced back at her anxious partner. Hunter wanted to get on the move. “Did you happen to see the license plate on the SUV?”

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