Spirit Walk (A Lacey Fitzpatrick and Sam Firecloud Mystery Book 11) by Melissa Bowersock

Spirit Walk (A Lacey Fitzpatrick and Sam Firecloud Mystery Book 11) by Melissa Bowersock

Author:Melissa Bowersock [Bowersock, Melissa]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: New Moon Publishing
Published: 2018-05-15T04:00:00+00:00


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TEN

“At least we got a little more information,” Lacey said. She held the flashlight while Sam scattered the wood in the fire pit, then dumped a couple loads of dirt on the embers with Gabe’s folding GI shovel. The fire and its attendant light winked out, leaving only the flashlight to get them safely back to the tent.

“A little,” Sam agreed. “I’m not sure where it leaves us. I suppose we could go to the next meeting and see if Bruce or Carl shows up. Doesn’t sound promising, though.” He tamped the dirt for good measure, but no wisps of smoke escaped. Satisfied, he turned toward the tent and followed Lacey’s flashlight beam inside.

“We’re going back to Tuba City tomorrow anyway, right?” she asked. “Maybe we can look Carl up.”

“That’s an idea.” Sam set the flashlight on the cooler while Lacey unzipped the double sleeping bag and threw back the top layer. They certainly wouldn’t be cold tonight, not with the earth releasing all the heat it had absorbed during the day.

“But how do we find him?” she asked. She slipped off her shoes, then shed her jeans and t-shirt and crawled across the unsteady bed, the air mattress under the sleeping bag bulging and rolling beneath her.

“Maybe Nancy knows,” he said. He shucked off his clothes as well and slid in beside her. Only then did he click off the flashlight. “Now, what were we doing just before Shorty showed up?” He gathered her into his arms and tucked her dark red hair behind one ear.

Lacey put up a hand to find his face in the pitch dark and muffled a laugh. “Can’t see a thing,” she said.

“Don’t need to.” He leaned down and pressed a kiss to her chin, recalculated and found her mouth. She giggled.

It had been a long day and she was ready to sink down into the circle of his arms, lose herself in the gentle pressure of his lips. She sighed as he pressed kisses to her throat, and she gazed dreamily into the darkness over his shoulder.

Darkness suddenly lanced with a beam of light.

“Hello the tent,” a deep voice called.

“Jesus Christ,” Sam muttered. “What is this, Grand Central Station?”

They rolled off the bed and grabbed their clothes, Sam holding off on turning on the flashlight until they had some cover. He’d pulled on just his jeans and left the tent barefoot and bare-chested. Lacey shimmied into her jeans and threw on a shirt, still buttoning it as she followed him outside.

“Firecloud,” she heard the voice acknowledge.

“Stoneburner,” Sam responded.

Lacey brought their flashlight and played it briefly over the ranger. Once she’d flashed hers in his face, he lowered his.

“You’re working late,” Sam noted.

Stoneburner shrugged. “I was on my way home and just happened to see your car. Camping, huh?”

Duh, Lacey thought irritably.

Without waiting for an invitation, he took a seat on the same rock Shorty had vacated. He picked up a stick and poked at the buried fire.

Sam cut a pained look at Lacey and motioned to their earlier seats.



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