The Sheriff of Silverhill by Carol Ericson

Author:Carol Ericson [Ericson, Carol]
Format: mobi
Tags: Suspense
Publisher: Harlequin
Published: 2010-01-01T11:00:00+00:00

RAFE CHECKED HIS WATCH. Ten minutes until he met Dana at La Paz. He saved the file on his computer that contained Brice’s notes on the patrons at the Elk Ridge Bar. Dana’s stepfather, Lenny Driscoll, had figured prominently in those notes.

One of the waitresses had remembered Lenny and his roaming hands. When she got off work early and left the bar, she recalled seeing Lenny in the parking lot with a cell phone in his hand and avoided him. Had he just sent Jacey Holloway a text message?

Rafe glanced at his watch again. Nine minutes. He blew out a breath and shoved back from his desk. Hell, it took a good five minutes to walk to La Paz, and Dana always arrived promptly. He didn’t want to be late for their first real date.

He called out to his deputy who was yelling at a drunk in the jail cell. “I’m outta here.”

It took him four minutes to walk to La Paz. He greeted the hostess and requested a table in the back. Even though he planned to steer the talk away from killers, dead bodies and visions, he and Dana didn’t need anyone listening in on their conversation.

Ben Whitecotton, the curator of the new Ute Cultural Center, approached his table. “Evening, Rafe. Business or pleasure tonight?”

To give himself time, Rafe whipped the napkin off the table and dropped it on his lap. If he said pleasure and Ben saw Dana joining him, the gossipmongers would have a smorgasbord. If he said business, all ears would be trained toward their table. He took a sip of water. “A little of both. How’s the cultural center coming along? We have security all lined up.”

Ben flashed white teeth. “You read my mind. I was going to ask you about security. We’re going to have some important artifacts on display, and we’re expecting a big crowd.”

“We have it all under control.”

“Not quite, Sheriff.” Ben shook back his long hair. “When are you going to stop this killer of our Ute women?”

Rafe steepled his fingers. Great. All they needed was for Ben Whitecotton to come after the police for racism. “It’s the million-dollar question. What can I say? We’re working on it. And you gotta know, Ben, we’re investigating this just as hard as we would if the killer weren’t targeting Ute women.”

“I know that.” He tilted his chin toward the door. “Because you have her on the case.”

Dana sailed through the door of the restaurant, a furrow between her brows. She spotted Rafe in the corner and waved. Shrugging out of her coat, she approached the table. “Sorry I’m late.”

“Two minutes. You’re slipping, Agent Croft.” Rafe stood up and pulled out the chair across from his.

A smiled tugged at her lips, but dark circles still bruised her eyes and the frown hadn’t left her face since she walked through the door. He’d have to fix that.

Placing her hand lightly on Ben’s arm, she kissed his cheek. “Good to see you, Ben. Auntie Mary is really looking forward to the opening.

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