He Saw Me First: First Series by Melody Anne

Author:Melody Anne [Anne, Melody]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Falling Star Publications
Published: 2022-11-17T18:30:00+00:00

Chapter Twenty

Greyson

I find a flat rock and send it flying across the water, feeling no satisfaction as it skips five times before sinking into the beautiful McKenzie River. I knew Cass would be shocked at my arrival, and maybe a little horrified, but it’s clear we have a connection and I thought she’d at least speak to me.

Nope. I was wrong.

She ran from that coffee shop and I didn’t see her for the rest of the day. It’s early morning now and I’m determined to get her alone. We have to talk. My phone rings and I look down, guilt tingling along my spine.

“Hello.”

“Any updates?” the man asks.

“Not yet. I’m still looking,” I say.

There’s a long pause, letting me know the man on the other end isn’t happy. I wait. I know how the power game goes.

“Speed it up.” He says the words harshly before hanging up.

“Dammit!” I holler before pitching another stone in the water.

“Having a bad day?”

I whip around to see two men approaching, one in a cop uniform, the other dressed casually. I hadn’t expected the sheriff to seek me out, even with this being a small town. I shouldn’t be shocked though. I did make quite a splash with my entrance yesterday.

“It could be better.” I force my shoulders to relax. If I look suspicious they might try to run me out of town. Then again, they could try to run me out, but I’m not going anywhere. I’m here for a reason and I’m not leaving until my mission is finished.

“It certainly can. You can’t be at the river without a fishing pole,” the man next to the sheriff says. “It’s against the law.”

“I’ve never fished before,” I admit.

“It’s easy,” the man says before holding out his hand. “I’m Micah Clark. I own the fishing shop in town.” I shake his hand. He hands me a fishing pole. I look at it like an alien object.

“I’m Sheriff Dan Spangler,” the sheriff says as he holds out his hand, squeezing my fingers tight. I fight to hide my smile. Nothing like a handshake to prove manhood.

“Greyson River,” I tell them.

“Fitting name,” Micah says as he looks at the river and laughs.

“I guess so, as this river is a little grey.”

“You’ll have to see it in the summer, it’s more beautiful and as blue as it gets,” Micah says.

“Not sure I’ll be around for that long,” I tell them. I’m well aware they’re fishing for information more than anything in the river. I can give them a little. I know what I can and can’t say. I’ve done my job for a long time.

“How long will you be here?” the sheriff asks.

“I’m not sure yet,” I say. This is the truth. I don’t add I’ll be here as long as it takes.

“That’s vague,” Micah says. It’s almost like they’re a team, each knowing what to say and what expressions to use to intimidate a person. I smile.

“Don’t get too many strangers in town?”

“Nope, not in the winter. In the summer we get a lot of outdoorsmen,” Micah says.

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