The Cowboy Target. Terri Reed

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      He turned the scrap of paper over. Blank on the

      other side.

      “Do you know about this upcoming town-hall meeting?”

      Jackie’s question drew his attention away from the strange numbers. “There’s one a month. Nothing special about them. Mostly a chance for folks to get together. Why?”

      She held up a flyer just like the one he had at home. She flipped it over. “Look at this.”

      In big, bold letters were the words KEEP YOUR MOUTH SHUT OR ELSE.

      Tucking the piece of paper back into the book, he crossed to her side. “Sounds like a warning.”

      “Yep. And whatever George knew got him killed.”

      “Why didn’t Landers find it?”

      “It was stuck to the back of a National Geographic magazine.” She pulled out her cell phone. “Time to call the sheriff.”

      Twenty minutes later they greeted Landers in the driveway.

      “What are you two doing out here?” Landers asked.

      Wyatt’s defenses bristled at the accusing tone in his stepfather’s voice. “I own the house.”

      Landers cut him a sharp glance. “I’m well aware of that. However, you shouldn’t be anywhere near the place, not while you’re still a person of interest in the investigation.” He pinned Jackie with a hard look. “You should know this.”

      She shrugged, clearly unrepentant. “I’m a private citizen now. Came here with the property owner. No laws were broken.”

      Jackie had said something before about having been in law enforcement. At the time he hadn’t thought too much about it, but now he was curious to know in what capacity she had served.

      “It doesn’t look good,” Landers groused.

      “Murder’s never pretty, boss,” Jackie shot back.

      Wyatt fought the urge to laugh. He really liked her spunk.

      “We did find something of interest, though,” she said.

      Landers’s gray eyes widened. “You went inside and searched the house?”

      “To make sure whoever trashed the place wasn’t still lurking about,” Jackie stated. She held up the flyer for the town meeting with her gloved hand. “I’d say George had an enemy. We just need to find out who.”

      “Not we, Ms. Blain,” Landers said in an adamant tone. “You two stay away from my investigation.”

      “Some would consider you investigating your stepson a conflict of interest,” Jackie said, her tone bland.

      Landers narrowed his gaze. “I’ve already put in a call to the state police. They’ll be sending someone over to assist.”

      Jackie’s mouth quirked. “Good to know.”

      Landers reached into his pocket for a handkerchief and used it to take the flyer from Jackie’s hands. “Now, I suggest you two go back to the main house and stay there. Let me do my job.”

      With a snap, Jackie yanked off the plastic gloves. “Have you found the primary crime scene yet?”

      Exasperation crossed Landers’s face. “Stop fishing, Ms. Blain. You know I can’t divulge information on an ongoing investigation.”

      Jackie’s lips twisted in a wry half smile. “I’ll take that as a no.”

      “Why do you say that?” Wyatt asked, finding their banter entertaining and informative.

      “Because if they had found the place where George had been murdered, then they would be asking you questions to see if they could place you at the scene. But because you’re still walking around a free man, I’m guessing they have yet to determine George’s whereabouts the night of his death.”

      Landers looked at Wyatt, his gray eyes probing, almost pleading. “Wyatt, for your mother’s sake, please don’t do anything to throw any more suspicion on yourself. Stay close to home and out of my way.”

      With that, Landers strode away, carrying the threatening note by the corner. Wyatt stared after him, pleased by Landers’s show of concern for his mother’s peace of mind.

      “What’s up with you and your mom?” Jackie asked, peering at him intently.

      “I haven’t talked to her.” The last thing he needed was to deal with his mother. Her calls had increased in the past twenty-four hours. She’d want to smother him with concern and demand an explanation. Just as she had the night Dina had died. But he wasn’t willing to tell anyone what happened that horrible night. No matter what.

      Jackie tucked her arm around Wyatt’s and led him to his 4x4. “Come on, cowboy, we’ve another stop to make before we do as the sheriff asks.”

      * * *

      Half an hour later, they stood at the fence line on the southwest corner of the property. The fresh snow from last night’s storm had covered the tire tracks of the motorcycle. They drove along the fence for several yards but saw no signs of damage or tampering.

      “Our mysterious cyclist most likely doubled back and left the property,” Jackie said. She had her hands jammed into the pockets of her parka. Wild blond curls stuck out from beneath the edges of her bright pink beanie. Her cheeks were rosy and her eyes were bright in the winter sun.

      Attraction flared and he tamped it down because the last thing he needed was to be distracted by her beauty.

      “What form of law enforcement were you in?” he asked.

      She met his gaze. “I was a deputy sheriff in Atkins, Iowa.”

      That explained the driving. But then again, being from Boston also explained her driving. He shook his head. “You’re just full of surprises.”

      Her grin knocked him back a step. Keeping himself immune to her charms was proving impossible.

      “I like to keep things interesting.”

      Though his mouth felt as if he had cotton balls stuffed into his cheeks, he asked, “What made you decide to go into law enforcement?”

      With a shrug, she said, “I wanted excitement. I grew up watching reruns of Charlie’s Angels. The original СКАЧАТЬ