Peril in Silver Nightshade by Lakota Grace

Author:Lakota Grace [Grace, Lakota]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Southwest Mystery Press
Published: 2018-08-23T22:00:00+00:00

Rory’s Dilemma

~ 23 ~

Rory

Rory woke with a pounding headache. The sun glared into his eyes and he froze when he discovered he was not alone in his bed. He listened to the whispering breath beside him. What the hell?

He turned cautiously. Propped on his elbow he surveyed the sleeping woman in his bed. The shirt looked familiar, and the girl, too. He remembered that silver hair, but now the face was relaxed from its constant alertness into a more innocent pose. Gorgeous! The girl of his dreams, the one he’d gone hiking with on Bell Rock.

He felt his own body. Fully clothed. Toes wiggled in boots, shirt still in place. Maybe nothing happened? Then Rory felt his midsection, belt undone and zipper open.

Damn! He'd tied one on before but never had gotten to a blackout stage. After stopping for a drink at PJs, things went blank. How had she found him there?

He hoped he'd enjoyed last night. Hoped she had, too. He regretted the unremembered experiences.

He needed to find out who he’d been sleeping with. Carefully he slid out of bed and zipped himself up. He went to the closet to get a fresh shirt and surveyed the mess of clothes on the floor. The hair on his neck rose.

She didn't have to do that. It would take him all morning to straighten stuff again. Alarmed, he checked the gun safe. No, everything still there. There was that, anyway.

He leaned over, unlaced his boots and set them in a neat row of two. He'd re-arrange the rest later after she left. And gorgeous or not, she was leaving.

He padded barefoot into the living room and spotted her daypack. Quietly he unzipped the main section. He felt through the clothes and underwear.

His hand brushed a cellophane baggie and drew it out. Marijuana? He wasn't surprised; she seemed the type. He set it aside. He wasn’t a cop here in his own home, and besides, the drug was on its way to becoming legal in Arizona.

Where was the ID? She’d called herself Silver, but he assumed that was an alias. He closed that backpack section and opened the top compartment. Still no ID, but he pulled out several worn paperbacks.

Below them, he found a K-Bar knife, with a finely wrought blue handle, similar to the one the suicide, Andy Fisher, had carried. What was this girl doing with an identical weapon?

“Hey! Put that back! What are you doing with my things?”

Her voice was rigid with outrage, and Rory hastily rose from his crouch on the floor. Before him stood a fully clothed Valkyrie. While he’d been investigating, she’d gotten dressed.

“Once a cop, always a cop,” she sneered. “I might have known.”

“Sorry. I was just—”

“What you were just doing was going through my things like a common thief.”

Her voice was angry, but there was hurt there as well. She grabbed the daypack away from him.

Rory struggled to think, his head throbbing with pain. So maybe he was in the wrong, but he still needed to know.

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