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disreputable mutt had laid claim to her.

      She should be horrified.

      She loved it.

      ‘You could have just taken Fluffy off the other end of the lead,’ she managed.

      ‘Hey, your dog growled at me,’ Raff said. ‘You heard him. He could have taken my hand off.’

      ‘He was wagging his tail at the same time.’

      ‘I’m not one to take chances,’ Raff said. ‘I might be armed but I’m not a fast draw. Too big a risk.’

      She looked up at him, big and brawny and absurdly incongruous. Cop with gun. He’d shoot to kill?

      ‘You don’t have capsicum spray?’ she managed.

      ‘Lady, you think this vicious mutt could be subdued by capsicum spray?’

      She ran her fingers down the vicious mutt’s spine. He arched and preened and waggled his tail in pleasure.

      The fluff ball moved in for a back scratch as well.

      She giggled.

      ‘Abigail …’ It was Philip, striding down the steps, looking furious.

      Philip. Dignity. She scrambled to her feet and the dogs looked devastated at losing her.

      ‘I’m just settling the dogs down,’ she managed. ‘Before Raff takes them away.’

      ‘Before we take them away,’ Raff said. He motioned to his patrol car.

      ‘You can cope with this yourself, Finn,’ Philip snapped.

      ‘No,’ Raff said, humour fading. He lifted Kleppy in one arm and Fluff Ball in the other. ‘You cope with getting Wallace off,’ he told Philip. ‘Abigail copes with the dogs.’

      ‘I need …’

      ‘You’re getting as little help as I can manage to get that low life off the hook,’ Raff snapped. ‘Abigail, come with me.’

      She went. Raff was not giving her a choice, and she knew Mrs Fryer would be furious.

      Behind her, Philip was furious but right now that seemed the lesser of two evils.

      She sat in the front of Raff’s patrol car with two dogs on her knee and she tried to stare straight ahead; to think serious thoughts. She still wanted to giggle.

      ‘Kleppy should be in the back,’ Raff said gravely. ‘A known criminal.’

      ‘You’ve accused me of being an accessory. Why don’t you toss me in the back as well?’

      ‘I like you up front,’ he said. ‘You do my image good.’

      ‘I need dark glasses,’ she said, glowering. ‘Carted round town in a police car.’

      ‘You will keep a kleptomaniac dog. It might well push you over to the dark side. Spoil that good-girl reputation. Send you into the shadowy side, like me.’

      Her bubble of laughter faded at that. He’d spoken lightly, but there was truth behind his words.

      The shadowy side …

      Raff’s grandfather and then his mother had given the family a bad name. A drunk and then a woman who’d broken society’s rules … If Raff’s mother had had the strength to defend herself, to ride out community criticism, then maybe it would have been different but she’d been an easy target. The family had been an easy target.

      Raff, though … He had defended himself. He’d come back here after the accident, he’d made a home for Sarah, he’d looked on community disdain with indifference.

      Did it hurt?

      It wasn’t anything to do with her, she thought, but, as they pulled up outside Louise Fryer’s, she watched the middle-aged matron greet Raff with only the barest degree of civility. It must still hurt.

      After the accident … There’d been no trial.

      She remembered the investigators talking to her parents. There’d been insufficient evidence to charge him.

      ‘Is Raff denying it?’ That had been Abby, whispering from the background. She barely remembered those appalling days after the crash but she did remember that. She did remember asking. ‘What does Raff say?’

      ‘He can’t remember a thing,’ the investigator told her. ‘His blood alcohol’s come back zero and frankly that’s a surprise. He was just a stupid kid doing stupid things.’

      ‘Our Ben wasn’t stupid,’ her mother said hotly.

      ‘Led astray, more like,’ the investigator said and the fair part of Abby, the reasonable part, thought no, Ben hadn’t been wearing his seat belt. It wasn’t all Raff’s fault.

      He’d been stupid. He had been on the wrong side of the dirt road and he’d been speeding.

      He’d killed Ben and injured his sister.

      Maybe that was enough punishment for anyone. The authorities seemed to think so. Even though her parents wanted him thrown in jail, it had simply been left as an accident.

      Raff had come back as the town cop, he’d cared for his sister and he’d worked hard to rid himself of that bad boy reputation. For the most part he now had community respect, but there were those—her parents’ friends … people with long memories … He was still condemned.

      Louise Fryer, coming out now with her mouth pursed into a look of dislike, was one of the more vocal of the condemners.

      ‘Haven’t you found her yet?’ Her voice was an accusation. ‘I’ve had five phone calls. People have seen her. Don’t you know how valuable she is?’

      Abby was trying to untangle leads to get out of the car.

      ‘You don’t care,’ Mrs Fryer said. ‘We need a decent police presence in this … Oh …’

      For, finally, Abby was out. She set Fluff Ball on the ground. Fluff Ball headed over to Mrs Fryer.

      But … Uh-oh. Kleppy was out of the car and after his prize. He grabbed the lead and Fluff Ball stopped in her tracks.

      Fluff Ball looked at Mrs Fryer, then looked at Kleppy. She wagged her pompom and proceeded to check out Kleppy’s rear.

      ‘She’ll catch something … Get it away …’ Louise was practically screeching.

      Abby sighed. She picked up both dogs and tucked them firmly under her arms. ‘Thank you, Kleppy, but no,’ she said severely. She took the lead from Kleppy and handed over Fluff Ball.

      And finally Mrs Fryer realised who she was. ‘Abigail!’

      ‘Hi, Mrs Fryer.’

      ‘What are you doing here?’

      ‘My dog stole your dog.’

      ‘Your dog?’ Louise’s eyes were almost popping out of her head. ‘That’s never your dog.’

      ‘He is. His name’s Kleppy. He’s lovely but I’ve only had him for a day so he’s not exactly well trained. But he will be.’ Just as soon as she installed fences down to bedrock.

      ‘Has this man foisted him onto you?’ Her glare at Raff was poisonous.

      ‘No.’ Not exactly. Or actually … yes. But that was what the woman was expecting her to say, she thought. Raff Finn—town’s bad boy. One of those Finns.

      Capable of anything.

      Which was what she thought, too, she reminded herself, so why was she standing here figuring out how to defend him?

      ‘He didn’t foist …’ she started.

      ‘Yes, I did,’ Raff said before she could get any further. ‘Have you forgotten already? I definitely

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