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He cut off her words with his lips. And it only took half a second for her to soften and sink into the kiss.

CHAPTER30

Becket stared at his computer screen. He was supposed to be writing up this morning’s incident report for a car fire due to an overheated engine, but he could barely concentrate on that. It made him think about all the incidents with Sky. Not just the fires, but also the engine and brakes issues she’d had in Cheyenne. Someone must have done those things to her car, and that someone had to have a good knowledge of engines.

The boyfriend was still the most likely suspect because, as far as they knew, he was the person with the greatest motive.

But why couldn’t Jesse find him? Especially if he was here? In a town the size of Amber Ridge, someone should have seen him by now.

And if itwasn’tthe boyfriend…then who? Tony? But there’d been no sign of him either, and her parents swore he’d left town.

His hands balled into fists. He lifted his cell and sent a text, needing to hear from Sky.

Becket: Hey, are you okay?

The three dots popped up right away.

Sky: I’m great. Bella and I are just snacking while we wait for Rosemary to pick her up.

Becket: Snacking on what?

Sky: Me—liver strips, Bella—chocolate.

Sky: Kidding, other way around :D

Becket: Are you allowed to joke about a dog snacking on chocolate? Doesn’t the stuff kill them?

Sky: The only thing not allowed is actually giving Bella chocolate. I can joke about whatever I want.

Becket: I don’t know, I heard it was like a sin or something.

Sky: Well, if that’s the case and I go to hell, at least you’ll have company.

He laughed out loud.

Becket: Why am I going to hell? I’m a firefighter. I save people.

Sky: Because you hate dogs and Seinfeld.

Becket: We’ve been through this. I don’t hate dogs and Seinfeld just isn’t for me.

Sky: Seinfeld’s for everyone. And you cannot dislike dogs and get into heaven. Butchering trees and fighting with neighbors is also frowned upon.

Becket: Lucky I made up for those things then. Is the door to the daycare locked?

Sky: Yep. I’m locked in and safe.

Becket: Good. Stay safe.

Sky: You too.

He shook his head and was just turning back to the computer when his desk phone rang. He lifted it to his ear. “Becket speaking.”

“Beck, it’s Teddy. I’m going to be late to work, sorry.”

There was a lot of background noise. People and movement. Maybe even…a radio? “Where are you?”

“The sheriff’s station.”