LITMIR.BIZ

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Melanie understood the police department would be working with the sheriff’s department to find the person who’d attacked her. Since the first attack took place in county jurisdiction, the sheriff’s department was taking the lead in the investigation. “But then I guess you already knew all this,” the officer said, glancing at Luke. “Since Lieutenant Baxter is officially in charge of your case.”

      No, Melanie hadn’t known that. She glanced at Luke and he gave her a slight nod. From what she’d seen so far, the lieutenant was capable and compassionate. Despite the seriousness of the situation, she felt a flutter of attraction and the whisper of some deeper emotion in the center of her chest. Was it possible he’d had himself put in charge of her case because he felt something like that, too?

      The officer didn’t stay long. As soon as he left, Anna ran upstairs to Melanie’s office to look for her beige lockbox. She came back a few minutes later, carrying it. There was a big dent in it, and as soon as Melanie saw it, she remembered dropping it in the parking lot behind The Mercantile.

      “That’s right. It got dented and I remember buying the new blue one,” Melanie said to Luke, thrilled at the inkling of memory. “But I planned to use it the same way I did the old one. I didn’t keep drugs or secret government files or anything else you might be imagining in there. Just money. Not even very much, really. And a little jewelry.” Yet someone tried to take her life over that. It was hard to fathom.

      Luke nodded and got to his feet.

      He glanced around. “I don’t see any signs of a security system for the house,” he said. “I’d strongly suggest you invest in one. The police will patrol by here as often as they can,” he added. “Make sure you keep your doors and windows locked.”

      A look of panic flashed across Anna’s face. “Let me check the back doors,” she said, heading for the kitchen.

      Melanie stood up and walked with Luke to the front door.

      “Tell me something,” she said, her words stopping him before he opened the door. “Both attacks must be related. Why do you think the guy came after me a second time?”

      He hesitated, obviously thinking over his answer before he spoke. “Well, since he shot at you, it could be argued that the initial attack was attempted murder and not simply a robbery. And that could mean a pretty lengthy prison sentence. He’d have no way of knowing you were having trouble with your memory and couldn’t identify him. So maybe he came after you because he was afraid you’d identify him and send him to prison.”

      “But that seems irrational. Even if I could recognize his face, what are the odds I’d ever see the guy again?”

      “Apparently he thought the odds were pretty good,” Luke said. “Which makes me think he is someone you know.”

      Luke stepped outside. Melanie closed and locked the door behind him. All the while a chill passed through her. Was it really possible someone she’d known had attacked her twice?

      * * *

      “Uncle Luke, come out here! Billy Clyde is in the mud again!”

      Luke stood inside the stables at his family’s ranch. At the sound of his five-year-old niece Kayla’s voice, he turned toward the big open door to look at her standing in the sunlight. “Come on!” She waved impatiently at him.

      Luke finished drying his hands on a tattered red shop towel and walked outside. His niece was already running ahead of him. She stopped and called out “Billy Clyde!” while slapping her thigh.

      Billy Clyde, a scruffy brown-and-black dog of uncertain breed, was happily rolling in something on the ground in the corral. A couple of horses had been in that corral until an hour ago. Luke was fairly certain it wasn’t mud the dog was rolling in. And he was doing it right after they’d given Billy Clyde a bath.

      “Billy Clyde!” Jake Baxter, Luke’s younger brother, walked from the ranch house, down the slight hill, and hollered to his dog. “Billy Clyde, come here!”

      The dog paused, looked at him, then went right back to rolling around.

      “I think that dog’s going deaf,” Jake said when he got up alongside Luke.

      “There’s nothing wrong with him,” Luke said as both men watched Kayla and her seven-year-old brother, Alan, race over to the dog. At their approach, Billy Clyde jumped up and started barking and playfully running away from them. “That dog’s getting up in years and he’s going to do what he wants to do,” Luke added.

      “He’s always done what he wanted to do,” Jake muttered. “When he first showed up, he was skin and bones. Limping. Patches of his fur missing. Janelle felt sorry for him and spoiled him rotten. That is the true source of the problem with Billy Clyde.”

      Luke glanced over at Jake, relieved to see that his brother could mention his late wife’s name without choking up. Jake and Janelle had married right out of high school. They had settled here, at the family ranch, while Luke joined the army and took off to see the world. Luke had come back to visit when he could. And, of course, when their father had died. Their mother had passed away when they were both young.

      Luke had been energized by the adrenaline rush of serving in the military. Couldn’t imagine ever coming back and settling for a quiet ranch life, just a few miles outside of Bowen.

      But then his sister-in-law had started to get sick. The end had come so swiftly for her that Luke was truly at a loss for words when he got the news while on an army base in Afghanistan. Even for a man who had faced the horrors of combat daily, when the phone call came, telling him that his upbeat, fun-loving sister-in-law was gone, he’d had a hard time believing it.

      And his little brother had been a wreck. Not only had Jake faced the horror of losing his wife, but he knew from experience the feeling of emptiness left behind when children lose their mother at an early age. And worry for those kids started eating him up.

      Eventually Jake pulled himself together. Kept putting one foot in front of the other, because he was tough. Always had been. He didn’t complain, but Luke had heard the heaviness in his brother’s voice when he talked to him. And he knew what he had to do.

      Luke had been near the end of his tour of duty when Janelle had passed away. He hadn’t reenlisted yet, though up to that point he’d had every intention of doing so. Instead he finished his tour and came on home and moved to the ranch to help his brother. Not so much with managing the ranch. Jake had a handle on that. But with raising the kids. With getting on with life.

      That had been two years ago. Being a Miles County deputy sheriff was a long way from the intense challenges Luke was used to facing on a daily basis. But once the kids were a little older, and he was convinced Jake was emotionally settled, Luke would get back to traveling the world. Seeing new things. Facing new challenges. Maybe he’d reenlist in the military. Or see what was available in the world of private security.

      His thoughts drifted to Melanie Graham. He’d responded to assaults and strong-arm robberies before, but her case was certainly unique. One of the most interesting cases he’d worked in a while.

      It was because of the amnesia angle, and the second attack taking place so soon after the first, that he’d made sure the sheriff’s department pushed to be the lead agency on the case. And he’d made certain he was put in charge of the investigation.

      He found himself recalling Melanie Graham’s face. The fear and confusion in her eyes. He’d seen that so many times in combat. He couldn’t stand by and let somebody go through that without helping them. And okay, maybe he was a little motivated to help Melanie specifically. In just the small amount of time he’d spent around her, he’d been drawn in by the appeal of her strength and determination to work through the aftermath of the attack on her rather than remaining paralyzed by fear. Her warm hazel eyes and defiant smile, at moments when he knew she was afraid, had their appeal, as well. The woman was a fighter.

      Luke wrenched himself back to the present and glanced around. Billy Clyde had let the kids catch him and

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