LITMIR.BIZ

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when the doorbell rang. Resettling the pot and narrowly avoiding the slosh of hot water against the edges, she headed for the front door. The house wasn’t large, but she prayed with each footfall that one of the nosy voice mails still waiting on her phone hadn’t decided to drive across town to strike up a conversation.

      Offering up one more silent prayer, Darby pulled open the front door.

      Just when she thought her day couldn’t get any worse, she came face-to-face with Finn Colton, the Red Ridge chief of police.

      * * *

      Finn appreciated the authority that came with his position and he made it a point to behave in a way that earned him respect. He’d met a few cops over the years who’d forgotten that the trust the public imbued in them was as important as honoring that trust. He’d never wanted to behave in a manner that disregarded that bond.

      His surprise visit to Darby Gage was both deliberate and purposeful. Respectful, but deliberate all the same. While not quite full-on disregard for her trust, he was doing a bit of bearding the lion in its den.

      Aka surprising the pretty divorcée. On purpose.

      “Mrs. Gage. I was hoping you could find a few minutes to speak with me.”

      “Chief Colton.” She nodded but made no move to let him in. “What can I do for you?”

      “I wanted to talk to you about Bo for a bit.”

      Resignation settled in her blue-violet gaze before she nodded her head. “Of course. Come in, please.”

      He followed her into the small house, surprised to see how run-down the place was. He’d grown up well aware of the long-standing Colton-Gage feud but had always believed the Gages lived well enough to afford the basics. Though he had little interest subscribing to something as antiquated—and decades old—as the town family feud, his reaction to the state of Bo Gage’s home only reinforced that he’d never been particularly close with any of the Gages.

      Fortunately, working with several members of the family on the force had changed that and he was grateful for it. Carson had his full respect, as did Carson’s younger half sister, Elle. Although still a rookie on the K-9 team, Elle handled herself with poise beyond her years and had a keen ability to partner with her K-9 charge.

      In Finn’s estimation, the Gages weren’t so bad, even if his uncles, Fenwick and Rusty, as well as his father, Judson, continued to perpetuate the ridiculous notion of a feud. He’d been called to more than one heated incident between members of the two families since joining the RRPD and knew it was only a matter of time before there’d be another.

      Truth be told, he was surprised there hadn’t been a skirmish yet, especially with a Gage murdered and a Colton as one of the suspects.

      Even with his better understanding of the Gage family—or maybe because of it—Bo Gage’s home was unexpected. He might have been a slacker, but Bo was still the son of one of Red Ridge’s wealthier individuals, Edson Gage. Somehow Finn had expected Bo’s fortunes to be a bit more robust than the shabby decor suggested. Even as his gaze roamed the place, Finn had to give Darby credit. The furniture might be worn and run-down, but it was clean. He didn’t see dust on the end table or the TV and he could still see the outline of sweeper marks on the carpet.

      Were murderesses that clean?

      A quick scent memory of the bleach from the crime scene filled his nose and he struggled against the thought. Bo had been dead long enough that there would have been some accumulation of dust and dirt by now. Yet here she was, cleaning up and making the place her own.

      “What would you like to discuss, Chief Colton?”

      Darby’s question pulled him from his musings, but Finn had to admit the angle wasn’t one he’d considered. Perhaps it was time he started.

      “You seem to be settling in.”

      “I didn’t have much to move in with me.”

      “Clean, too.” He stated it as an observation and was surprised when she just smiled back, her grin bright and proud.

      “My mother raised me to believe cleanliness was next to godliness. Add on the fact that I’m keeping up with a seventy-pound German shepherd and my OCD kicks in hard.”

      “Does the dog hate the mess?”

      “No, Chief. I do. And the endless piles of hair a dog sheds.” She turned toward the kitchen. “Can I get you a cup of coffee?”

      “That’d be nice.”

      Finn followed Darby into the back of the house, smiling when the purported mess maker—a German shepherd with the same coloring as Lotte—came through a doggie door and trotted toward him. He extended his hand, keeping an easy smile on his face. “Hey there, girl.”

      The dog slowed but continued forward, her tail wagging gently.

      Finn kept his hand extended, pleased when she allowed him to pet her head. “Hi, sweetheart. What’s your name?”

      “This is Penny.” The slightest grimace crossed Darby’s face before she shot an indulgent smile at the dog. “She sure seems to like you.”

      He dropped to a knee and continued to level praise and affection on the dog. “Why do I sense that irritates you?”

      “Let’s just say Penny and I have come to a grudging truce since I moved in.”

      “How grudging?”

      “I keep trying and Penny keeps her distance.”

      Finn stood to his full height. “She’s a good girl. She’s just had a lot of upheaval lately. Bo loved this dog.”

      “That he did. Which is why, when I was married to Bo, Penny and I had a reluctant truce, as well.”

      “She didn’t like another woman in her territory?”

      He saw the moment the idea struck, Darby’s eyes widening. “I never thought about it that way, but I guess I can see that.”

      Finn had spent enough time with Lotte to know that she was deeply protective of him. And while that hadn’t extended to the women he dated—mostly because Finn made a solid point not to bring them around his partner—he knew it was something he’d likely deal with should he ever get back in deep enough in a relationship.

      An image of Lotte meeting Darby struck him, the thought out of place for the job he was there to do. He needed to talk to Darby Gage about her potential involvement in a murder, not imagine her making friends with his dog.

      So why had the image struck?

      Darby handed over a mug, oblivious to his wayward thoughts. “What would you like in your coffee? I have cream, milk and sugar.”

      “Cream would be fine.”

      She retrieved the small carton from the fridge and handed it over.

      Penny watched her before backing away to take a seat beneath the kitchen table.

      “Yep.” Darby nodded as he handed back the carton. “She hates me.”

      “She’s just trying to get used to you. Give her some time.”

      “I suppose.”

      Finn took a sip of his coffee and gestured to the table. “Mind if I take a seat?”

      “Sure.”

      She fixed her own mug and took a seat opposite him.

      “Do you know Michael Hayden?”

      “No, I’m afraid I don’t,” Darby said. “But I’ve had several calls this morning telling me something terrible has happened to him.”

      “You could say that.”

      “Was he murdered like Bo?”

      “It appears so.”

      She

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