Relentless. Jan Hambright

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      He didn’t have a warrant. If Otis didn’t come out willingly, there wasn’t much he could do.

      “He’s not here.”

      The element of surprise was usually his, but he whirled around at the sound of her voice. Kate stood on the step below him. “What the…get back in the car.”

      “He’s not here. I looked in all the windows.”

      “You did what?”

      “I’ll show you.” She brushed past him, turned the knob and gave the door a push.

      It swung wide-open. A shaft of light from the outside bulb penetrated the front room.

      She moved to step over the threshold, but he pulled her back. “You can’t go in.”

      “And why not?”

      The hairs on his neck bristled. “See the broken lamp, the ransacked kitchen?”

      “Yeah.”

      “Something went on here after you boosted the car.”

      “I didn’t boost the car.”

      “It’s a crime scene.”

      “We’ve only been gone half an hour. I don’t know how anything can happen in half an hour.”

      “It’s as easy as squeezing the trigger. Click. You’re dead.” He took Kate’s hand, ignoring the burst of electricity that arced up his arm and spread through his body. He’d neglected to point out the pool of blood near the end of the hall. Fresh blood.

      He marched her closer to the car. Closer to safety. He put her in the passenger side and moved around to the driver’s side, eyeing the darkness. Braced for unseen threats that could come at any time.

      What was he thinking, bringing her out here? He should have called a black-and-white to take her in. He climbed in and threw a sideways glance at his unwilling passenger. “I need your cell phone. Mine’s DOA. Shrapnel.”

      “Sure.”

      He watched her rummage in her bag of tricks and pull out the phone. She handed it to him and smiled. His insides went to mush. She was good. There wasn’t any doubt about it, but he didn’t trust her.

      Mick pressed in Callahan’s station number and waited for his friend to pick up. “I’ve got a crime scene.” He rattled off the location of the shack Otis lived in. “There’s no body. It’ll probably go to Schneider. ETA? Fifteen. I’ll be here.” He hung up and leaned back into the seat, feeling ragged around the edges.

      “Body? What are you talking about?”

      “I can’t involve you.” His own words kicked him in the gut. She was already involved, but just how, he wasn’t sure.

      “Tell me everything you know about Otis Whittley and his Beamer.”

      “I told you all I know. I repossessed the car tonight. I don’t know Otis. He’s just a name on a list.”

      He didn’t want to believe her. Believe she’d just been in the right place at the wrong time? Things didn’t happen by accident. “Who do you work for?”

      Pulling a penlight out of her pocket, she opened the glove box, shined the narrow beam of light into the compartment and pulled out an envelope. “I have a court order, that’s all you need to know.”

      Who was she protecting? There wasn’t an honest person in the Robear clan. Any one of them could steal a car in under thirty seconds and wave as they drove off. Was she any different?

      He set his jaw and locked out a minuscule desire to believe her. A Robear was a Robear. They’d taken all they were ever going to take from him.

      “I’ll have to haul you downtown. My supervisor has a nasty temper in the interrogation room. You’ll spill your guts before the bars on Bourbon Street close.”

      “Where do you get off threatening me? I’m a law-abiding citizen. That car is in my possession and I intend to shuttle it to Dallas at the end of the week.”

      “You’re in my custody.” The air temperature in the car went subzero.

      “You’ll have to arrest me then, because as soon as your buddies arrive, I’m going home.”

      If he wanted to keep her, he’d have to arrest her. The charge wouldn’t hold her for long. The thought tasted like dirt in his mouth, but he was in no condition to drag her there in cuffs, only to have her bond out in the a.m. “As soon as the crime-scene investigator arrives, you’re free to go. You’re a material witness. I’m going to need a full statement and elimination prints. One of the hazards of touching the doorknob. Don’t leave town.”

      “I wouldn’t dream of it.” She sat stiffly in the seat next to him.

      “Give me the papers.” He pulled them from her hand and opened the envelope. She directed the beam of light onto the document.

      Mick studied the paperwork, giving the bank in Dallas authority to reclaim its property by any means necessary. As much as he hated to admit it, she was telling the truth, but he’d check to see if she had a record.

      “I’d like a copy of these.” He folded the papers and shoved them back into the envelope.

      “Can do.” She flipped the switch on the flashlight, plunging the interior of the car into darkness.

      Mick waited for his eyes to adjust in the weak light from the porch bulb.

      “Why do you have it in for me Officer Jacoby?” Her voice was soft and low, matter-of-fact.

      His nerves twisted around his hatred. “I have it in for anyone who’s broken the law.” He’d forced the words out. Did she know how much he wanted her to be guilty? Only her court order was going to protect her tonight. “Looks like you’re in luck.” The CSI team van made the corner with its lights flashing.

      She was out of the car before he could finish his sentence. Mick climbed out from behind the wheel and closed the door. They met in front of the Bronco. “I’ll be on your doorstep tomorrow morning. You better be there.” He wanted to slap the cuffs on her right now and chain her to the nearest tree, but he hesitated.

      “You can plan on it, Officer.” He searched her angelic face for a glimmer of deceitfulness, but it was his heart that told him she would be there in the morning, waiting.

      The CSI van slowed and stopped, followed by a string of other vehicles.

      He waved her off, stepped aside and watched her climb in behind the wheel.

      “Jacoby, you responsible for this mess?”

      Mick turned around as Callahan climbed out of the van and walked toward him. “You know me. If there’s a crime, I’m there.”

      Callahan slapped his shoulder and smiled. “I like your attitude. Sure you won’t come СКАЧАТЬ