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Shotgun Sheriff. Delores Fossen
Читать онлайн.Название Shotgun Sheriff
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isbn 9781472058331
Автор произведения Delores Fossen
Жанр Ужасы и Мистика
Серия Mills & Boon Intrigue
Издательство HarperCollins
Reed aimed his Smith and Wesson at her.
Maybe she heard him or sensed he was there because her gaze whipped in his direction. She shifted her position a fraction, no doubt preparing to turn her weapon on him, but she stopped when her attention landed on the badge Reed had clipped to his belt. Then, she did something that surprised the heck out of him.
She put her left index finger to her mouth in a shhh gesture.
Reed glanced around, trying to make sense of why she was there and why in Sam Hill she’d just shushed him as if she’d had a right to do it. He didn’t see anyone other than the blonde, but she kept her weapon trained on the cabin.
He walked closer to her, keeping his steps light, just in case there was indeed some threat other than this woman. If so, then someone had breached a crime scene because the cabin was literally roped off with yellow crime-scene tape. And with the town’s gossip mill in full swing, there probably wasn’t anyone within fifty miles of Comanche Creek who hadn’t heard about the latest murder.
Emphasis on the word latest.
Everyone knew to keep away or they’d have to deal with him. He wasn’t a badass—most days, anyway—but people usually did as he said when he spelled things out for them. And he always spelled things out.
“I’m Sheriff Reed Hardin,” he grumbled when he got closer.
“Livvy Hutton.”
Like her face, her name wasn’t familiar to him. Who the devil was she?
She tipped her head towards the cabin. “I think someone’s inside.”
Well, there sure as hell shouldn’t be. “Where’s my deputy?”
“Running an errand for me.”
That didn’t improve Reed’s mood. He was about to question why his deputy would be running an errand for an armed woman in fancy boots, but she shifted her position again. Even though she kept her attention nailed to the cabin, he could now see the front of her white shirt.
The sun’s rays danced off the distinctive star badge pinned to it.
“You’re a Texas Ranger?” he asked.
He hadn’t intended for that to sound like a challenge, but it did. Reed couldn’t help it. He already had one Ranger to deal with, Lieutenant Wyatt Colter, who’d been in Comanche Creek for days, since the start of all this mess that’d turned his town upside-down. Now, he apparently had another one of Texas’s finest. That was two too many for a crime scene he planned to finish processing himself. He had a plan for this investigation, and that plan didn’t include Rangers.
“Yes. Sergeant Olivia Hutton,” she clarified. “CSI for the Ranger task force.”
She spared him a glance from ice-blue eyes. Not a friendly glance either. That brief look conveyed a lot of displeasure.
And skepticism.
Reed had seen that look before. He was a smalltown Texas sheriff, and to some people that automatically made him small-minded, stupid and incapable of handling a capital murder investigation. That attitude was one of the reasons for the so-called task force that included not only Texas Rangers but a forensic anthropologist and apparently this blonde crime-scene analyst.
As he’d done with Lieutenant Colter, the other Ranger, Reed would set a few ground rules with Sergeant Hutton. Later, that was. For now, he needed to figure out if anyone was inside the cabin. That was at the top of his mental list.
Reed didn’t see anyone near either of the two back curtainless windows. Nor had the crime-scene tape been tampered with. It was still in place. Of course, someone could have ducked beneath it and gotten inside—after they’d figured out a way to get past the locked windows and doors. Other than the owner and probably some members of the owner’s family, Reed and his deputy were the only ones with keys.
“Did you actually see anyone in the cabin?” he asked in a whisper.
She turned her head, probably so she could whisper as well, but the move put them even closer. Practically mouth to cheek. Not good. Because with all that closeness, he caught her scent. Her perfume was high-end, but that was definitely chocolate on her breath.
“I heard something,” she explained. “Your deputy and I were taking castings of some footprints we found over there.” She tipped her head to a cluster of trees on the east side of the cabin. “I wanted to get them done right away because it’s supposed to rain again this afternoon.”
Yeah, it was, and if they’d been lucky enough to find footprints after the morning and late-night drizzle, then they wouldn’t be there long.
“After Deputy Spears left to send the castings to your office,” she continued, “I turned to go back inside. That’s when I thought I heard someone moving around in there.”
Reed took in every word of her account. Every word. But he also heard the accent. Definitely not a Texas drawl. He was thinking East Coast and would find out more about that later. For now, he might have an intruder on his hands. An intruder who was possibly inside with a cabin full of potential evidence that could clear Shane’s name. Or maybe it was the cabin’s owner, Jonah Becker, though Reed had warned the rancher to stay far away from the place.
With his gun still aimed, Reed stepped out a few inches from the cover of the tree. “This is Sheriff Hardin,” he called out. “If anyone’s in there, get the hell out here now.”
Beside him, Livvy huffed. “You think that’s wise, to stand out in the open like that?”
He took the time to toss her a scowl. “Maybe it’d be a dumb idea in Boston, but here in Comanche Creek, if there’s an intruder, it’s likely to be someone who knows to do as I say.”
He hoped.
“Not Boston,” she snarled. “New York.”
He gave her a flat look to let her know that didn’t make things better. A Texas Ranger should damn well be born and raised in Texas. And she shouldn’t wear high-heeled boots.
Or perfume that reminded him she was a woman.
Reed knew that was petty, but with four murders on his hands, he wasn’t exactly in a generous mood. He extended that non-generous mood to anyone who might be inside that cabin.
“Get out here!” he shouted. And by God, it better happen now.
Nothing. Well, nothing except Livvy’s spurting breath and angry mumbles.
“Just because the person doesn’t answer you, it doesn’t mean the place is empty,” she pointed out.
Yeah. And that meant he might have a huge problem. He didn’t want the crime scene compromised, and he didn’t want to shoot anyone. Yet.
“How long were Deputy Spears and you out there casting footprints?” he asked.
“A half hour. And before that we were looking around in the woods.”
That explained how her footprints had gotten on the trail. The castings and the woods search also would have given someone plenty of time to get inside. “I’m guessing Deputy Spears unlocked the cabin for you?”
The sergeant shook her head. “It wasn’t necessary. Someone had broken the lock on a side window, apparently crawled in and then opened the front door from the inside.”
Reed cursed. “And you didn’t see that person when you went in?”
Another head shake that sent her ponytail swishing. “The place was empty when I first arrived. I checked every inch,” she