In Safe Hands (Search and Rescue #4)(44)

Despite the limp-noodle state of her limbs, she knew sleep would be elusive. Instead of doing her planned run, she headed for the bathroom and skipped straight to the post-workout shower. The water was almost painfully hot as it needled her scalp. Tilting her head back, Daisy closed her eyes and tried to let all the residual fear run down the drain.

*

After he heard the shower start, Rob slipped out of his hiding spot in the pantry. He was completely silent as he made his way up the stairs and into her bedroom.





Chapter 9


“So…?”

“So…?” Daisy echoed absently as she examined her phone. Something was bugging her about it, but she couldn’t figure out what. It just seemed off. It was definitely her phone—all her new contacts were still in there, plus her apps and email—but it just didn’t feel right.

“Hey.” A single-serve packet of coffee grounds bounced harmlessly off her head, making her look up from her phone to see Chris watching her curiously. “Pay attention to me. It’s too early to be texting.”

Although she shot him a mock-scowl, she placed her not-right phone on the kitchen counter next to her. “I’m not texting. And most people would think six is too early for friendly visits, too.”

Chris just waved that off. He’d come to her house right from work. Even if he hadn’t mentioned it, she would’ve known from the bouncy energy he always radiated immediately after a shift. “How’d last night go?”

“Great.” She smiled at the memory of the evening. “Fun.”

He grinned broadly. “Good. Did you figure out anything about the case?”

“Nothing definite. We mostly talked about the fires.”

“Fires?”

“The arsons—the ones around town as well as the forest fires. Ellie’s dad thinks they’re related to Willard Gray’s murder.”

“Related how?” All teasing was gone from his expression as he shifted into professional mode.

“We’re not sure. Ellie’s dad only said, ‘the fires,’ and then he took off.”

“Hmm.”

Daisy felt a smile starting. That hum was so Chris. “You’re going to look into that more, aren’t you?”

“Probably.”

“And you’re going to tell me what you find out?” She wasn’t honestly that hopeful, but she figured she’d give it a shot.

“No.”

Accepting that with a shrug, she was surprised when Chris frowned deeply.

“What?”

“I talked to Rob about yesterday morning.”

“Yeah?” Daisy gave him her full attention.

“Yeah.” Now he wasn’t just serious—he looked positively grim.

“What’d he say about the boot prints?”

Chris started to pace the width of the kitchen. “It was…weird. I figured he’d say he’d been hurrying through the investigation, since he didn’t really believe anyone had been there, so he was trying to pacify you in the quickest way possible.”

“But…” His upheld hand stopped her.

“He shut me down. Wouldn’t discuss it. Point-blank refused to send the fingerprint to the BCA for analysis. He turned it around on me.”

“On you? How?”

“Said I wasn’t thinking clearly when it came to you. He implied that you were… I don’t know, unbalanced or attention-seeking or something.”

At Daisy’s flinch, he took a step closer to her and then stopped, thrusting his hand through his hair and making it stick up even more wildly than normal.

“You know I don’t think that. I know you, Dais. None of the things he was saying were even close to reality, which is what made it so…”

“Weird?” she said softly.

He looked tired. “Weird.”

“So what’s the next step?”

Chris resumed his pacing. “Rob pretty much banned me from having anything else to do with that empty house or any future calls from you.”

Sucking in a harsh breath as the implication hit her, Daisy whispered, “So you can’t visit anymore?”

“No!” He’d been pacing away from her, but he whirled around to face her. “Of course not! Even if he could control who I see in my personal life, I wouldn’t listen to him.”

Her shoulders sagged as the panic drained out of her. The thought of losing Chris had almost brought her to her knees.

Chris was still talking. “If you see that kid again, though, don’t call Dispatch. Call me—I don’t care what time it is—and I’ll have one of the other deputies come out and do a thorough investigation.”

“Why is the sheriff so anti-me? Did he say anything?”

“Not about that.” His face was set in frustrated lines. “I talked to Libby last night, and Rob didn’t mention to her why he wanted a heads-up if you called. She said he’s done that with a couple of other people, but only the real”—his gaze shifted off to the side for a moment, like he was searching for a word with a PG-rating—“dirtbags.”

Squishing up her face, Daisy said, “Well, that makes me feel good.”

“Sorry, Dais.” He moved so he was standing in front of her. “I don’t know why he’s acting like this. It makes me wonder…”