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mother's murder? He kept quiet until now out of fear of

retribution, or simply because no one ever conducted a thorough

investigation. Knowing what he did got him killed before

he could identify the killer. That's what I choose to

believe."

"Suit yourself. But waste your time on it, not mine."

Reede made to stand up, but she said, "That's not all."

Resigned, he sat back down.

Alex took an envelope out of her purse and handed it to

him. "This came in the mail this morning. It was addressed

to me at the motel."

Reede scanned the letter quickly and handed it back to her.

She stared at him in amazement. "You don't seem very

disturbed by it, Sheriff Lambert.''

"I've already read it."

"What? When?"

"Day before yesterday, if I'm remembering right."

"And you let them send it?"

"Why not? It's not obscene. I figure even the postmaster

general would agree that it meets postal regulations. It's got

the correct amount of postage on it. As far as I can tell, that

letter isn't illegal, Counselor."

Alex wanted to reach across his desk and slap the gloating

smile off his face. The impulse was so strong she had to curl

her hand into a fist to keep from doing so.



"Did you read between the lines? The people who signed

this, all--" she paused to count the signatures, "--all fourteen

of them, have threatened to ran me out of town."

"Surely not, Miss Gaither," he said, feigning shock.

"You're just being paranoid because you found Pasty. That

letter simply underlines what I've been telling you all along.

Angus and Junior Minton mean a lot to this town. So does

that racetrack.

"You get somebody's attention quicker by kicking him in

the bank account than you do by kicking him in the nuts.

You've put some sizable investments in jeopardy. Did you

expect folks to stand by and watch all then-dreams

go down

the tubes because of your vindictiveness?"

"I'm not being vindictive. I'm conducting a valid and

long-overdue investigation into a severe miscarriage of

justice."

"Spare me."

"The district attorney of Travis County sanctioned my

investigation."

His eyes drifted over her insultingly as he drawled, "In

exchange for what?"

"Oh, that's good. Very professional, Sheriff. When you

run out of viable ammunition, you resort to throwing sexist

rocks at my character."

With angry, jerky motions, she stuffed the letter back into

the envelope and replaced it in her purse, snapping the catch

firmly.

' 'I don't have to explain my reasons to you. Just understand

this," she enunciated. "I won't quit until I can draw some

satisfactory conclusions about my mother's murder."

"Well, I wouldn't worry about being mugged, if I were

you," Reede told her with an air of boredom. "As I've

explained, Pasty's killing had absolutely nothing to do with

you. The people who signed that letter are pillars of the

community--bankers, businessmen, professionals. They're

hardly types who would accost you in a dark alley.

"Although," he went on, "I'd recommend that you stop



cruising in hotbeds of trouble like you have the last two evenings. If you've just got to have it, there are a couple of

fellas I could recommend."

She released a slow, contemptuous breath.' 'Do you dislike

all professional women, or is it me in particular?"

"It's you in particular."

His bluntness was an affront. She was tempted to remind

him that his kiss yesterday hadn't conveyed dislike, but she

didn't. She didn't want to remind him of it. She hoped to

forget it herself, pretend that it had never happened, but she

couldn't. It had left her feeling drastically and irrevocably

altered.

No, she couldn't forget it. The best she could hope for

was to learn to cope with the memory of it, and the addictive

craving it had instigated.

His statement hurt her deeply. She heard herself asking,

"Why don't you like me?"

"Because you're a meddler. I don't like people who meddle

in other people's business."

"This is my business."

"How could it be? You were peeing in your diapers when

Celina was killed," he shouted.

"I'm glad you brought that up. Since I was only two

months old at the time, what was she doing out at the ranch

that night?"

His stunned reaction to the question was swiftly covered.

"I forget. Look, I'm due--"

"I doubt you ever forget anything, Reede Lambert, much

as you pretend that you do. What was she doing there? Please

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