In Safe Hands (Search and Rescue #4)(78)
“Sent away like a kid who was acting up. I managed to get a few pictures of a partial shoe print in the mud by that tree you pointed out before Rob arrived. Good thing, too, since he ordered me back here after a verbal spanking.”
“But…” With an effort, Daisy looked away from the hole being chopped in the roof of the burning house and focused on Chris’s profile. “That makes no sense. You’re just doing your job.”
“Trying to, at least.” His jaw muscles were flexing again. “He’s got to be protecting Macavoy. I just don’t get why he’s covering for someone he’s known less than a year. Blackmail, maybe? Could Macavoy have some kind of dirt on Rob?”
Turning her attention back to the window, she watched the action blindly as her thoughts spun on the hamster wheel. “We just assumed it was Macavoy because of the way he quit and ran. What if it wasn’t? What if it’s someone else?”
In her peripheral vision, Daisy saw him turn his head so he could look at her. “But he admitted to Rob that…shit.”
As she met his gaze, she saw the dawning horror in his face. “Did you ever talk to Macavoy about it before he quit?”
“No.” He shook his head, as if to deny the suspicions that had just popped into his brain.
Daisy hesitated before asking, “Is the sheriff close with any of the other deputies?”
His laugh had a bitter edge. “If you’d asked me that last week, I would’ve answered, ‘me.’ Rob’s pretty remote. He keeps his work and personal lives separate.”
“Who are his friends, then, off the department?” she asked. “Do you know?”
Shaking his head, he moved away from the window and started pacing again.
“This is small-town, gossip-fueled Simpson,” she said when he didn’t respond. “Someone has to know the sheriff’s personal friends.”
“I don’t think he has any.” When he reached her bed, he pivoted and reversed his course back to the window. “He works such long hours that he doesn’t even have time for his son.”
Remembering Tyler’s comment about his dad not teaching him to drive, she grimaced in sympathy. “Poor kid. What about a girlfriend?” When Chris shook his head again, she made a sound of frustration. “Isn’t there anyone he gets along with?”
Instead of answering, he paced in silence for a few minutes. “This isn’t like Rob,” he finally burst out, startling Daisy. “I’ve worked with him for over eight years. He’s not—” Chris cut off his words as he made another pass across her bedroom. “He’s one of the good guys.”
Daisy hadn’t gotten a good-guy vibe off the sheriff, but she kept that to herself. “We’re just speculating,” she said instead. “You know him much better than I do. What is your gut telling you about how he’s been acting?”
He finally came to a halt behind her. Craning her neck, Daisy watched him settle his shoulder against the wall so he could stare out the window over her head.
“He’s been…strange. Distracted. Evasive.” Pausing, Chris let out a deep breath, sagging a little harder against the wall. He looked tired. “Acting like he’s hiding something.”
Reaching behind her, she caught his hand and pulled it over her shoulder so she could hold it. “Whatever’s going on, we’ll figure it out.” She injected as much confidence as she could into her words.
He shifted so he was standing close enough for her to feel his body heat against her back. Holding her breath, she eased back the half inch it took to make contact. When he didn’t move away from her, she exhaled and leaned a little harder against him. Instead of jerking back, he wrapped his free arm around her upper chest. Despite her worry about what was going on outside, she was glad to be in his arms. Being held against Chris always made her feel so safe, even as the fire raged across the street.
They stayed like that, silently watching, until the firefighters put away their hoses and someone pounded on Daisy’s front door.
Chapter 16
When Daisy, flanked by Chris, pushed the intercom button, it turned out that the “someone” was actually two “someones.”
The fire chief, Winston Early, was an older man wearing bunker gear, minus the gloves and helmet. After she invited him and the sheriff into the kitchen, he introduced himself. His wide, beaming smile made her automatically return it. “Mind if we ask you a few questions, Daisy?”
“Sure.” She kept her gaze on the friendly face of Chief Early. The sheriff loomed in her peripheral vision, and she was afraid she’d show her nervousness if she looked directly at Coughlin. “Was there much damage to the house?”
“The one bedroom is pretty much gutted, and there’s a ventilation hole in the roof, but the rest of the house is salvageable. If you hadn’t called Rory, we probably could’ve only saved the basement.” The chief’s smile widened.
“Jennings.” The sheriff looked pointedly at Chris and then at the door. “Why don’t you wait outside? I’ll talk to you as soon as we’re done in here.”
Chris looked like he wanted to object, but he just nodded stiffly at Coughlin, squeezed Daisy’s shoulder, and left the kitchen. Daisy watched him go. From the set of his shoulders, she could tell that he was unhappy about being dismissed.