LITMIR.BIZ

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of information. Unfortunately, this interview was largely meaningless. Very soon the entire investigation would be removed from the local sheriff’s auspices and taken over by a higher authority. The FBI, probably. Or maybe the Federal Marshal’s office. She didn’t know exactly how these things were handled. But she did know her father, knew he’d demand a full-scale investigation by the country’s top law enforcement officials be launched.

      She also knew he’d insist the local authorities, which in this case meant Sheriff Lucas Garrett, be removed from the case before the ink had a chance to dry on her statement.

      Lexie poured herself a cup of coffee and lifted the mug to her lips. Too bad Lucas Garrett wouldn’t have the chance to finish this investigation. He seemed intelligent, thorough and highly motivated to solve the crime.

      He added sugar to his own coffee before asking, “How many gunshots were there?”

      “I told you before. Only one.”

      “Are you sure about that?”

      Lexie nodded.

      “But you didn’t see a gun or the shooter?”

      “I told you, I didn’t see anything.”

      “Were you and Hugh Miller riding side by side?” he asked.

      “Single file,” she said. “He was way behind me.”

      “How far?”

      “Maybe fifty yards.”

      “And when you realized he was shot, what did you do?”

      “I rode back to see if I could help him.”

      As she visualized those moments, she realized that her instinct to help Hugh had probably saved her from abduction. The kidnapper had obviously been waiting for her. His vehicle was parked just beyond the bend in the road.

      If she’d gone forward, she would have run right into him. In fact, that had probably been his plan. If she’d stayed frozen in one place, he would only have to carry her limp, drugged body twenty or thirty yards.

      But she had returned to help Hugh. When the kidnapper finally overwhelmed her, they were probably over a hundred yards from his getaway car—too far to drag her body before Mo and Tucker Oates approached.

      “What is it?” Lucas asked. “What do you remember?”

      Though her deduction offered a significant understanding of the murder and kidnap attempt, she didn’t believe it was wise to share her thoughts with him. As soon as she mentioned kidnapping, she might as well print her real name in banner letters. “It’s nothing,” she said. “I was just thinking about Mr. Miller….”

      “This is important, Lexie. You’re the sole witness to a murder, the last person to see the victim alive.”

      “Except for the murderer,” she said grimly.

      “Of course.” His eyes narrowed slightly, but the subtle change in his demeanor was not lost on Lexie. The man was keenly tuned in to her every nuance. Lucas Garrett might only be a local sheriff in a remote and sparsely populated Colorado county, but every instinct told Lexie there was nothing second rate about his investigative skills. He was astute, intuitive and intelligent, an intriguing combination she found deeply attractive. But also dangerous.

      She knew she wasn’t yet strong enough to match wits with him. Exhaustion crept over her. Her hand shook when she placed her mug on the pine coffee table in front of her.

      “She’s not up to this, Lucas,” Mo said. “Surely you can see that. Why don’t you come back later, after she’s seen Doc Rogers.”

      “Maybe you’re right.” He rose from the chair. “We’ll talk again tomorrow morning.”

      Though Lexie had been hoping this interrogation would end, she felt suddenly abandoned.

      Lucas moved to the doorway, but stopped and turned to face her once more. “Could you handle one last question, Lexie?”

      “I suppose so.”

      “What was your relationship to Hugh Miller?”

      His stare was unwavering, and she felt pinned where she sat. Be careful, an inner voice warned. Remember what’s at stake. A careless word here, a misquote there and faster than you could say tabloid, the family name would be dragged through every mud hole from here to Paris and back again.

      The lessons that had been drilled into her since childhood came back like the words to a familiar nursery rhyme: Never relinquish control of an interview. Never let your emotions show or speak without thinking. Take your time. Set the pace. Remember, above all, that when you speak, you’re speaking for the family.

      Coolly, she returned his gaze. “There was no relationship, Sheriff.”

      “You checked in to cabin number one on Tuesday afternoon. Within hours, Miller checked in to cabin number two. Did you know each other before you came here?”

      She was able to answer with absolute honesty. “I never met Hugh Miller until I came here.”

      “You were riding together this morning. Last night, you spent the night together on the mountain.”

      Those were the facts, and she knew how they must look to the outside observer. “It’s not what you’re thinking.”

      “Then, why don’t you straighten me out?”

      “Miller and I left separately for our ride. We both happened to be on Summit Trail at the same time, but we hardly spoke.” She confronted him directly, telling the truth. “We slept in separate tents. If you meant to infer that there was some sort of romantic relationship between us, you’d be dead wrong.”

      “I could’ve told you that,” Mo put in. “Lexie and Mr. Miller were strangers. Anyone could see that.”

      “I need to hear it from Lexie,” Lucas said to his sister.

      “Well, excuse me for trying to be helpful.” She scowled at him.

      “I know,” Lucas said. “But now’s not the time. I’ll be back later. We’ll talk more then.”

      Mo gave her brother a curt nod even as he turned his attention back to Lexie. “A man has been killed, gunned down in cold blood. You, yourself, were attacked and drugged. Whoever perpetrated these crimes is still out there and it’s my job to apprehend him. And, like it or not, Lexie, you’re the one person who can give me the information I need to do it.”

      Despite herself, Lexie felt bound by the intensity of words and the heat of his stare. She couldn’t have looked the other way if her life had depended upon it.

      “Think about it,” he said. The front door closed behind him, but his admonition hung in the air, vibrating in the tense silence he’d left behind.

      Think about it, he’d said. And Lexie knew with absolute certainty that from now until the next time she saw the tall, dark, blue-eyed sheriff she would think of little else.

      IT WAS ALMOST MIDNIGHT by the time Lucas pulled up in front of his one-story log home and cut the engine. The smell of pine, sharp and strong, came from looming spruce trees at the edges of the yard. On his way to the door, Lucas exhaled a deep breath into the clear night air and did his best to release the tension that was a fact of life for every cop who took his job as seriously as he did.

      Earlier, he’d stopped by the house to feed and water his horses. The four purebred Quarter horses that were his pride and joy would be fine for tonight. All that was left was to fix himself something to eat and find a way to turn off his brain so he could get some sleep.

      As always, Rocky was waiting on the porch, his ears peaked forward, tail wagging and an expression that in human terms could only be described as a welcoming smile.

      “I could have used your help today, old man,” Lucas said as he reached down to stroke the three-legged dog’s thick

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