Lone Star Bachelor. Линда Гуднайт

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СКАЧАТЬ true, why are all the other crimes here in the Huckleberry Addition? We have other projects going on all the time. And why isn’t Brady the focus of your investigation, considering the property was his makeover and the owner was his fiancée?” He pulled alongside a curb and stopped the truck.

      “Fair question. My focus is on all areas, not you only.” Definitely not. Not with the way her blood pressure spiked every time he beamed those electric eyes in her direction.

      “Brady will get his share of attention when he returns from that honeymoon.” She slid the backpack over her shoulder. “Unless I’ve already solved the case.”

      “I hope you can.”

      So did she. “Can we talk a minute before I see the homes?”

      He paused, one hand on the door lever. “What about?”

      “You.”

      His head dropped back and he groaned. “Dad won’t be satisfied until you do, so go ahead. I have all day.”

      “Does that bother you?”

      He hiked an eyebrow. “Does what bother me?”

      “Spending the day with me.”

      Sawyer studied her for several uncomfortable seconds, his expression serious. She expected some flirtatious remark, a come-on.

      Instead, he said, “The jury is still out on that.”

      “Fair enough.” She was disappointed and the reaction ruffled her. Why should she care one way or the other whether he enjoyed her company? He was a client, not a friend. “I’ll need a list of all your friends, particularly women you’ve dated recently, along with their contact information.”

      “That’s a bit invasive, isn’t it?”

      “Part of the investigation. Jilted girlfriends can sometimes harbor anger for a long time. You know the old adage. There is no fury like a woman scorned.”

      “Scorned?” He frowned and his eyebrows dipped as if she’d insulted him. “I’m not that kind of guy.”

      She’d be the judge of that. “Are you seeing anyone now?”

      “Not anyone special, if that’s what you mean. Are you?”

      His tone was relaxed and conversational but Jade stiffened anyway. Her traitorous pulse jumped higher than a kangaroo on a trampoline.

      With self-protecting snarkiness, she crossed her arms tightly and glared. “I’m asking the questions, if you don’t mind. Who have you dated in the last month?”

      Sawyer shifted in his bucket seat, bounced a fist against the steering wheel and, with a sigh, reluctantly mentioned two names.

      He had to be lying. While assuring herself her interest was purely professional, she pressed. “That’s all? Two?”

      He gave her a puzzled look. “Clare and I are work pals, though, nothing serious there. We work together sometimes, so occasionally we grab dinner or watch a ball game. She’s fun. Knows how to laugh and have a good time.”

      Was there something pointed in his remark? Did he think she was as dull as used dishwater?

      With a sniff and an internal reminder that he was one of the subjects in this investigation, she tapped the other name on the too-short list.

      “And Lacy?”

      “Great girl. She golfs on the course near my house. We’ve played a few rounds. Gone out a few times.”

      The tension returned to her shoulders. “Are you still seeing her?”

      “Not lately. Both of us have been too busy.” He folded his arms over the steering wheel. “Is this really necessary? The women I know are good people. And I’m not all that. They aren’t breaking into houses over me.”

      “Stranger things have happened.”

      He made a derisive hiss, like a tire going flat.

      She asked a few more questions but Sawyer refused to say much about the women he dated beyond their names, even when she pushed back into his college days. He was popular. She knew that from his social media, but he didn’t brag. If he’d had conquests or left a trail of angry broken hearts, he wasn’t going to tell her. Jade found that both admirable and frustrating.

      “I’m sure I’ll have more questions later.” She closed her notebook with a businesslike snap. “But for now, let’s have a look at those houses.”

      “The interrogation is over. Big yea.”

      She hitched an eyebrow at him. “For now.”

      He exhaled a gusty breath, tilted his head back and looked toward the sky. “Great.”

      With a pinch of satisfaction at ruffling him, Jade pushed open the heavy door.

      Sawyer came around to her side of the pickup but she’d already slid to the pavement, hitting with a jarring thud.

      He noticed the abrupt landing but didn’t say anything.

      Her pride was getting the best of her. She should have waited for him. It was a long way down in these high-rise pickup trucks. Especially for a small person.

      She straightened her blazer and her shoulders, but even with her best posture she struck Sawyer only about halfway up on his blue T-shirt. Right in that muscular bow of pecs and biceps.

      “This was the first house hit,” he said, “about a year and a half ago.”

      Jerking her attention to the house, Jade lifted her camera and snapped photos. The home he indicated, now occupied, was a beautiful modern brick with a double garage and bright red front door.

      The other homes around the neighborhood were similar in style but unique enough to avoid the cookie-cutter look of some housing developments. Different colors or shutters, a few different designs. And the landscaping was the perfect blend of trees, small shrubs and smooth grass.

      “The police report said the damage at this address was all cosmetic.” She snapped more photos.

      “Mostly paint and graffiti.”

      “Damage escalated with each attack. That has to be significant.”

      “I never gave it much thought, but I guess it did.”

      “One of the first things I looked at when I received the police reports.” She’d laid them out end to end and created a spreadsheet, chronicling every bit of reported damage. “I graphed the escalation.”

      He flashed that smile. “Brainy woman. I like it.”

      She was, and she was also smart enough not to be led astray by a handsome face, blue eyes and a compliment. Even if he affected her blood pressure and didn’t kiss and tell.

      “Which other houses in this neighborhood were СКАЧАТЬ