Rodeo Standoff. Susan Sleeman

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      He almost sighed, then stopped. He was letting his interest in her take over and that was a recipe for disaster. He took in a deep breath and let it out, hoping to clear his brain and move on.

       Investigation. Think only investigation.

      She started assembling a metal frame with a board at the base. Over the top, she placed a plastic bag.

      “What’s that?” He bent down to take a better look.

      She scooted back as if he carried the plague. Would she be reacting this way to any man or was it him? He got the feeling that it was him, but he didn’t know why.

      “This is a portable fuming chamber,” she said, her tone filled with enthusiasm for her work. “I’ll place the lock inside the chamber with cyanoacrylate—otherwise known as superglue—and the fumes will adhere to the prints and change their composition to make them visible. I can then enhance them with powder and even photograph them.”

      “I don’t know much about forensics, but wouldn’t you find the prints by dusting the lock right from the start?”

      She eyed him for a moment, her expression tightening before she jerked her gaze away to stare off into the distance. “This way is more thorough. Someone put a bull up close and personal with me. I could have died. Not something I’ll ever forget, and I don’t want to miss a single print.”

      Taking an extra step to find the person who tried to kill her was a good sign. Coupled with her earlier cautious awareness of her surroundings, he was glad to see that she wasn’t as willfully blind to the danger as she’d first led him to believe.

      “Plus, fuming hardens to secure the fingerprint in place and stabilizes it for transport with minimal risk of destroying the print.” She poured water into a small bowl and placed it on the chamber base. She carefully removed the lock and balanced it upright next to the bowl, then ripped open a foil-lined envelope. “This is the fingerprint developer—the cyanoacrylate.”

      “That word rolls off your tongue like you’ve been doing this for some time.”

      “I have a Master’s in Forensic Science and have been County’s lead crime scene investigator for two years, so I’ve used the word quite a bit.” She hung the envelope from the top hook.

      “But you’re still a deputy, right? I mean, you said you were a deputy when you told me to back off.”

      “I hope you didn’t take any offense to that. It was just me being ornery—a knee-jerk response over the way my brothers and father try to coddle me. I don’t need someone else championing the same cause.” She met his gaze and held firm. “I really can take care of myself, and after you shake hands with Dad, you’re free to go.”

      We’ll see about that. “You were explaining how you’re both a deputy and a crime scene investigator.”

      “Right.” She started rolling the bag down the frame. “County requires all investigators to be sworn officers and work patrol for a minimum of three years. I always knew I wanted a forensics career, so I worked as a patrol deputy part-time while getting my degree. When I graduated, I’d fulfilled the time requirement and could move into the first investigator opening.”

      “Sounds like you enjoy your job.”

      “Enjoy...yeah, but the word doesn’t do justice to the way I feel about forensics.” She tucked the bag under the frame. “It’s my passion.”

      “So is barrel racing, right?”

      She frowned.

      “Did I say something wrong?”

      “Since I’m retiring this year, it’s kind of a sore subject with me.”

      “Right.” The urge to take her hand and offer comfort, something a deputy wouldn’t appreciate at all, almost took over his common sense. Almost, but he stifled it. Still, he couldn’t help but wonder about Tessa the woman, not the deputy. Would she reject his comfort? With the way she’d scooted away from him a few minutes ago, he had to think she would.

      She got to her feet. “The fuming can take a few minutes. While it works, I’ll search for additional evidence.”

      “What about the gate itself? Don’t you want to check it for prints, too?”

      “I will, but this is a public gate. Means there’ll be tons of latent prints, and it’ll take some time for our examiner to get through all of them. Of course, I’ll have him start with any prints located on the lock. That will give me a place to start the investigation.”

      “Wait, what?” He gaped at her. “You’re not going to try to handle the investigation yourself.”

      She eyed him over her shoulder. “Wouldn’t you if you were me?”

      “Yeah, but I’m a detective and you’re not.”

      “Doesn’t mean I don’t know how to follow leads.”

      “You’re too close to the situation.”

      “Like I’m going to let that stop me.” She moved slowly down the side of the chute, stirring up King Slammer, who head-butted the rails.

      Braden had to give Tessa credit, she didn’t even flinch. Usually, he admired a feisty personality, but now? She didn’t have the training to handle an attempted murder investigation and could get hurt along the way. In spite of that, he didn’t need to protest, as he doubted her father would let her run the investigation, anyway.

      She squatted and picked something up that looked like the tip of a latex glove. She stared at it, her face screwed up in earnest concentration. Her concentration was so complete that he was convinced she was oblivious to her surroundings.

      Totally oblivious. If he wasn’t standing watch, someone could easily attack her.

      He had years of experience in catching killers and would-be killers and she needed his help. She didn’t realize it yet, but he’d make sure she figured it out. No matter what it took. He had to get through to her, before another attempt on her life caught her unaware and succeeded.

       THREE

      Near the arena gate, Tessa kept her focus on the shoe print created by a leaky water trough. She felt Braden’s intense gaze on her. With the way she was reacting to him, maybe it should be unsettling, but with a big strapping lawman keeping an eye on her safety, she didn’t have to think about protecting herself at the moment, allowing her to work faster.

      Question was, why did he have such an overwhelming need to be looking out for her? Maybe it was the chemistry between them. She felt it deep in her core, and he’d made no secret that he was aware of it, too.

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