Cuff Me, Sheriff: Arizona Law (Arizona Heat Book 5) by Katie Douglas

Author:Katie Douglas [Douglas, Katie]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Katie Douglas
Published: 2019-12-04T16:00:00+00:00

Bob

I found the VCR under a heap of junk in the basement. Getting it set up in the living room with a modern TV was another problem. Eventually, I found the right cables and had the thing ready for us to watch the CCTV tapes from the gas station.

I brought the pitcher of iced tea and some snacks into the living room, and Agent Frost followed.

“You want the best seat in the house?” I waved at my leather recliner. She shook her head and perched on one end of the couch. I wanted to laugh. I often invited the guys around to watch the game and I never shared my seat. This was the only time I’d ever been moved to do so, and the girl didn’t want to take it.

“What’s wrong with my recliner?” I had to ask. I took a look at the seat. It was clean. Made no sense.

“Nothing. I just don’t like to sit on those.”

“Why not?” I loved my recliner. It was like having a puppy which I could sit on.

“Don’t laugh. I just find they’re too comfortable.”

I couldn’t help it. I laughed out loud. Mostly it was the disbelief.

“Okay, I’ll bite, what’s wrong with being comfortable?”

She frowned. “We’re working. I don’t want to get distracted.”

I nodded. She was back to being the cold professional again. I hit play and we watched through the tapes.

“Any idea what time she was in the gas station?” she asked.

“Around five.”

“The tapes have a time signature in the top corner. We could skip ahead.”

Good idea. Why hadn’t I thought of that? This girl was a distraction. I hit the fast-forward button.

“There!” she cried suddenly.

As we watched, Becca Sparrow got out of her grandma’s truck and went into the store. Another vehicle pulled up on the other side of the forecourt, and a man got out. He said something to Becca as she left the store, and they appeared to touch hands for a moment. When she walked away, she was tucking something into her pocket.

“That’s our man,” I said. “Question is, who is he?”

“Gray hair, or blond?” she mused. “All we have is the back of his head.”

“I’ll check if there’s anything when he leaves the store.” We let the video keep playing, but when he left, he came out with a big newspaper, apparently ambling slowly and reading the front page. His face was totally covered.

“It’s like he knew the cameras were there,” Mariella said.

I nodded. “He planned this whole thing. Even the place for the exchange.”

“But why do it at the gas station? There’s plenty of places outside the town where there’s no cameras,” Mariella pointed out.

“Ah, but if anyone did see two people parking up some place outta the way, they’d have questions,” I countered.

“This guy’s a professional. I’ve been searching for him for a long time.” The fervor in Mariella’s voice proved how invested she was in this case.

“So we come back to the same question: Gray hair, or blond?”

She reached for her drink and sipped thoughtfully.

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