For the Right Reasons. Kara Lennox

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      “I got a picture of him. He’s not exactly a stranger here.” The sheriff disappeared but returned shortly with an old-fashioned mug book. God, was the sheriff’s department not even computerized? How could any modern law enforcement agency survive without access to the NCIC database? Or AFIS, to run fingerprints through?

      DeVille flipped a couple of pages in the book until he found what he wanted. “There. Jerrod Crowley.”

      Bree and Eric both bent their heads over the book. They were so close that Eric felt her hair brush against his ear as it fell across her cheek. He could smell her. A certain part of his anatomy stirred and he jumped. The sensation was both familiar and alien—alien because it had been so long since he’d let a woman do this to him.

      Why her? Why now?

      “Is that the guy?” Bree asked.

      Eric forced himself to concentrate on the mug shot of Jerrod Crowley. Large build, straggly medium-length brown hair, fair skin. “It could be him. I’m not a hundred percent sure—he ran by really fast.”

      “Was he wearing overalls?” the sheriff asked.

      “Yeah. How did you know that?”

      “’Cause that’s all Jerrod Crowley ever wears. Musta been him, then. Came over for a booty call, found the place deserted and decided to see what he could steal.”

      “Or he did something to her.” Bree’s hard-fought-for calm had deserted her. “Aren’t you even going to question him?”

      “Please. Crowley doesn’t have the brains or the drive to commit a murder and then conceal it. He tried to steal a car once.” The sheriff burst out laughing. “What an effing joke that was.”

      “But he might know something,” Bree insisted. “He might have seen something.”

      “If I run across him, I’ll have a chat,” the sheriff said mildly. “Anything else?”

      Bree and Eric exchanged a look. She wanted him to play the Daniel card, but he honestly couldn’t figure out a way to work it into the conversation.

      “Well, maybe Daniel Logan will talk to him,” Bree said. “Eric works for him, you know. Mr. Logan is very interested in the Kelly Ralston case and everything associated with it, including Philomene.”

      Eric took a sharp breath. What was Bree doing?

      “Am I supposed to know who this Logan fella is?” the sheriff asked.

      “Daniel Logan. The oil billionaire, runs Logan Energy?”

      The sheriff shrugged one of his massive shoulders. “Means nothing to me.”

      “He’s a very powerful man,” Bree said. “He’s personal friends with the governor.”

      “Well, if he comes here throwing his weight around, I’ll tell him the same thing I told you. No sign of foul play, no investigation. He’s welcome to look into it all he wants.”

      “Sheriff DeVille—Philomene wanted to recant her testimony about Kelly. She said she felt pressured to identify him in the lineup. What if the real murderer—”

      “I don’t want to hear this crap!” the sheriff exploded.

      “Now, wait a minute,” Eric objected. “You can’t talk to your constituents that way.”

      “Oh, really? In my office, I can talk any way I damn well please. Now get out, both of you. Before I find something to charge you with.”

      “Fine,” Bree said tightly. “But when she turns up dead, it’ll be on you.”

      Eric held his tongue until they were outside. “Bree! I thought we agreed we weren’t going to lie about Daniel’s involvement.”

      “I didn’t. Well, not exactly. Daniel was very interested in Kelly’s case. Until you ruined that.”

      “I’ll only warn you once more. Daniel will not take kindly to anyone using his name without permission. He’ll come after you.”

      “So you never intended to play the Daniel card at all?”

      “If I had, I’d do it without crossing the line. Which you left far behind in your rearview mirror.”

      She challenged him with her blue-eyed laser stare, but he didn’t back down. He was right about this, and she needed to understand about Daniel, for her own good.

      Finally she looked away. “Okay. Maybe I got a little carried away. Didn’t matter anyway. DeVille was completely immune to the threat of Daniel’s involvement.”

      “A possible sign that despite his rudeness, he’s not corrupt. Or derelict in his duties, at least not to his mind. He didn’t show a lick of fear.”

      “No, he didn’t. So what now?”

      “I don’t suppose you’d consider giving up? No,” he said quickly when she shot him a venomous look.

      “We’re gonna talk to Jerrod Crowley.”

      “I was afraid of that.”

      CHAPTER SIX

      BREE KNEW SHE wasn’t playing fair. She’d found Eric’s Achilles’ heel—he had a chivalrous streak a mile wide—and she was exploiting it. She wasn’t normally a manipulative person. But too much was at stake for her to play nice. First Kelly’s freedom and now Philomene’s life. No matter how the evidence stacked up, Bree was convinced the woman had not left Tuckerville of her own free will.

      “You’re sure you want to talk to this guy?” Eric asked. They’d found Crowley’s address easily enough. All they’d had to do was stop at the gas station on Main Street, where a bunch of guys had been hanging out, smoking and drinking not very well-disguised beer. They’d looked like the kind of lowlifes who would associate with someone like Crowley, and sure enough, they were. Turned out he’d lived with his brother and sister-in-law in a spare bedroom since his parents had kicked him out. The gas station lowlifes hadn’t even hesitated to bad-mouth their supposed friend.

      “How did Philomene hook up with a jerk like Jerrod?” Eric asked as they let his GPS lead them to Crowley’s address.

      “A lot of people said the same thing about me when Kelly and I were dating,” Bree said a bit huffily. “‘What’s the mayor’s daughter doing with a guy whose father is a drunk and whose mother works at the counter of a doughnut shop?’”

      “I’ve wondered that myself,” Eric said. “Though I didn’t know you were the mayor’s daughter.”

      “Kelly was a sweet guy. Yeah, he’d been in a few scrapes, but nothing serious. Shoplifting. Probably because he was hungry, or he wanted something for his mom. I remember once, on Mother’s Day, he didn’t have enough money to buy her a present, so he stole a potted daylily off someone’s front porch.” She laughed.

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