True Blue & Carrera's Bride: True Blue / Carrera's Bride. Diana Palmer

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      Chapter 3

      Rick and Gwen joined him at the window. Rick snapped a photo of the man across the street, using the telephoto feature, plugged it into his small computer and, using a new face recognition software component, compared it to the man he’d photographed.

       “Positive ID. That’s him,” Rick said. “Let’s go get him.”

       They ran down the steps, deploying quickly to the designations planned earlier by Rick.

       The man, yawning and oblivious, stepped out onto the sidewalk next to a bus stop sign.

       “Now,” Rick yelled.

       Three people came running toward the stunned man, who started to run, but it was far too late. Rick tackled him and took him down. He cuffed his hands behind his back and chuckled as the man started cursing.

       “I ain’t done nothin’!” he wailed.

       “Then you don’t have a thing to worry about.”

       The man only groaned.

       “That was a nice takedown,” Gwen said as they cleared their equipment out of the rented apartment, after the man had been taken away by the patrol officer.

       “Thanks. I try to keep in shape.”

       She didn’t dare look at him. She was having a hard enough time not noticing how very attractive he was.

       “You know,” he mused, “that was some fine shooting down at HQ.”

       She beamed. “Thanks.” She glanced up. “At least I do have one saving grace.”

       “Probably more than one, Cassaway.”

       She shouldered her purse. “Are we done for the night?”

       “Yes. I’ll input the report and you can sign it tomorrow. I snapped at my mother. I have to go home and try to make it up to her.”

       “She’s very nice.”

       He turned, frowning. “How do you know?”

       “I came through Jacobsville when I had to interview a witness in that last murder trial,” she reminded him. “I had lunch at the café. It’s the only one in town, except for the Chinese restaurant, and I like her apple pie.” She added that last bit to make sure he knew she wasn’t frequenting his mother’s café just because she was his mother.

       “Oh.”

       “Has she owned the restaurant a long time?”

       He nodded. “She opened it a couple of years before I was orphaned. My mother worked for her as a cook just briefly.”

       Gwen nodded, trying to be low-key. “Is your mother still alive? Your biological mother?” she asked while looking through her purse for her car keys.

       “She and my stepfather died in a wreck when I was almost in my teens. Barbara had just lost her husband and had a miscarriage the month before it happened. She was grieving and so was I. Since I had no other family, and she knew me, she adopted me.”

       She flushed. “Oh. Sorry, I didn’t mean to pry. I was just curious.”

       He shrugged. “Most everybody knows,” he said easily. “I was born in Mexico, in Sonora, but my mother and stepfather came to this country when I was a toddler and lived in Jacobsville. My stepfather worked at one of the local ranches.”

       “What did he do?”

       “Broke horses.” The way he said it was cold and short, as if he didn’t like being reminded of the man.

       “I had an uncle who worked ranches in Wyoming,” she confided. “He’s dead now.”

       He studied her through narrowed eyes. “Wyoming. But you’re from Atlanta?”

       “Not originally.”

       He waited.

       She cleared her throat. “My people are from Montana, originally.”

       “You’re a long way from home.”

       “Yes, well, my parents moved to Maryland when I was small.”

       “I guess you miss the ocean.”

       She nodded. “A lot. It wasn’t a long drive from our house. But I go where they send me. I’ve worked a lot of places—” She stopped dead, and could have bitten her tongue.

       His eyebrows were arching already. “The Atlanta P.D. moves you around the country?”

       “I mean, I’ve worked a lot of places around Atlanta.”

       “Mmm-hmm.”

       “I didn’t always work for Atlanta P.D.,” she muttered, trying to backpedal. “I worked for a risk organization for a year or two, in the insurance business, and they sent me around the country on jobs.”

       “A risk organization? What sort of work did you do?”

       “I was a sort of security consultant.” It wasn’t quite the truth, but it wasn’t quite a lie, either. She glanced at her watch as a diversion. “Oh, goodness, I’ll miss my television show!”

       “God forbid,” he said dryly. “Okay. We’re done here.”

       “It didn’t take as long as I expected,” she commented on the way out. “Usually stakeouts last for hours if not days.”

       “Tell me about it,” he said drolly. “Is your car close by?”

       She turned at the foot of the steps. “It’s across the street, thanks,” she said, because she knew he was offering to walk her to it. He was a gentleman, in the nicest sort of way.

       He nodded. “I’ll see you Monday, then.”

       She smiled. “Yes, sir.”

       She turned and walked away. Her heart was pounding and she was cursing herself mentally. She’d almost blown the whole thing sky-high!

       Barbara was her usual, smiling self, but her eyes were sad when Rick showed up at the door the night before he was due home.

       “You said tomorrow?” she murmured.

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