Hometown Detective. Jennifer Morey

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      No one had called her. Maybe Jasper Roesch thought Roman could introduce himself. He had promised to send someone.

      She took in Roman’s appearance, rugged but not unkempt. He was quite good-looking in a less than soft way. He was a detective? Although clean and lean, he carried the air of a rebel, a darkly handsome one. No reserved gentleman stood before her. He struck her as the type who let nothing stand in his way. She pictured detectives as more refined, caring more about appearances than their service to humanity.

      “Why were you spying on me last night?” she asked.

      He hesitated and that gave him away. “It was late.”

      Why did he lie? “Jasper said he was going to send a detective. I was hoping he’d change his mind and take the case himself.”

      “He’s busy getting married and having a baby right now.”

      He didn’t sound impressed. In fact, he sounded a little condescending, as though marriage should never take priority over a case.

      “Did you look into my sister’s case?”

      “She doesn’t have a case,” he said. “The coroner’s report told me everything I needed to know. I agree with his assessment.”

      Anger billowed up in a wave. So typical of what she expected in some people! “It is easier to agree with what’s already there. What were you going to do? Leave town without talking to me?”

      “I would have met with you and you would have received a copy of my report.”

      “But now that you’ve conveniently run into me, you don’t have to?” She wiped her hands together. “Problem solved?”

      “I don’t mean to upset you.”

      “There are other aspects to this case. You can’t just read a coroner’s report and agree with it. What if the coroner was wrong?”

      “He’s a good coroner.”

      “Good coroners can make honest mistakes.”

      His handsome head bent a little, as though beseeching for understanding. “I have other cases.”

      He wasn’t being rude. He truly believed Kaelyn killed herself. That stung. “There are things you don’t know that are important.”

      Now his brow rose marginally. “What things?”

      “Why don’t you just admit you don’t care enough about my sister’s case?”

      “Your sister’s death does appear to be a suicide. I’m sorry that’s difficult for you to hear, but that’s my assessment. What things don’t I know?”

      Her offense eased as she saw him open up to new information. “We talked a lot before her death,” Kendra said. “Why do you think the police never questioned me?”

      “They didn’t need to.”

      Her ire pricked again, she said, “Kaelyn told no one about me, Mr. Cooper. I went to her funeral and no one knew me. She kept me a secret. Why would she do that?”

      He appeared to begin to consider how that might change his initial assessment, but he didn’t ask any questions, the biggest one being why she and Kaelyn were separated.

      “Don’t you see? I was part of Kaelyn’s plan to escape her horrible husband. If she could get away without him knowing where she was going, she could be free. She would have run away and come to live near me. I’m sure of it.”

      Roman studied her a moment, his face unreadable. Then he lightened and asked, “Why don’t you tell me more over a drink later?”

      Unable to believe he’d suggested that, she gaped at him. Had he just asked her out on a date?

      He nodded down the street toward the pub. “There. After you close tonight.”

      Kendra felt her jaw drop open, smart retorts popping to mind but not making their way to her tongue.

      “Unless you’d rather I just send you the report?”

       Chapter 2

      Roman saw Kendra walking toward him on the sidewalk and felt a surge of triumph. He hadn’t been sure she’d take the bait and meet him. He didn’t think anything she said about her sister’s death would change his initial assessment, but the contacts she’d had with her sister and their secretive nature had compelled him to at least follow up. And this wouldn’t be a complete waste of time if he shared a nice evening with a beautiful woman. His drive to avenge victims led him to where he was most needed and he had other cases that needed him more than it appeared Kendra needed him, but one night wouldn’t harm anything.

      As she neared, he took in her form in a wide-leg, Jackie O–looking jumpsuit with a draped neckline, cap sleeves and a leather belt. He could see the hint of movement of her breasts and a slender waistline. She moved gracefully, long legs gliding along. She’d moved similarly in her shop last night, an angel in silhouette.

      She stopped right before him. “The only reason I’m here is to talk about Kaelyn’s murder.”

      “And have a drink with me.” He held the pub door open for her.

      She eyed him suspiciously as she passed.

      Pete’s Old Ale House teemed with business on this Wednesday evening. Workers celebrated hump day and others participated in a dart tournament. The bartender waved from behind the bar and Roman saw Kendra wave back. The fresh flowers on each round table and booth indicated the owner had a running account with her shop. She probably had a similar relationship with the baker. She must be well-known in town and have a good reputation. Marketing prowess or genuine lover of mankind? He’d met many ambitious women like her and none of them cared more about him than their passion for achievement. Still, something about her drew him in.

      He followed her to the only round table left vacant. A group of men dressed in business casual laughed about the day’s highlights at the table next to them. Two women leaned forward toward each other at a booth in an intense girl talk. The dart competition made the most noise, cheers from those standing near the throwing point and nearby tables filled with friends and spouses. Regulars sat at the bar, keeping to themselves or engaging in talk with the fellow beside them.

      While not a kid place, the pub was clean and well maintained for its age, which must be more than a hundred years. The wood bar with its ornate and swirling trim looked original, but refurbished, same with the trim around the mirrored wall and shelves of booze bottles. The dark brown wood floor, polished and unblemished, must have been replaced. Modern pendant lighting over the bar and larger fixtures over the dining area provided ample illumination without the glare of brightness. Historical photos on the walls finished the aesthetic appeal.

      The bartender spoke to the waitress on his way over to their table. She stopped and went to another table instead.

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