Her lack of response was response enough.
“You know the guy reported a dog thief the next day at BSPD.”
Her eyes rounded as she looked over her shoulder. “He did?”
“Yep. I remember it. Well, I should say I remember him. Kenny Shultz. Everyone at BSPD knows his name. Came in whining that someone stole his dog, a black pit with grey eyes.”
“I’m surprised he cared enough to report it.”
“As you said, money talks. The dog was worth something to him.”
“Huh,”was all I got.
“You know, I could technically arrest you right now, Miss Harper.”
She pushed to a stance, turned to me and jerked her chin up, those red lips pressed into a thin line.
“Do it.”
We stared at each other a moment, both daring each other to make a move. Two stubborn, bull-headed type A’s.
Brutus couldn’t be in better hands. If anyone was going to break him, it would be her. I wondered how many proud men Sunny Harper had house broken over her life.
“I’ll tell you what,” I said. “Just bring Max up to the station the day after tomorrow to sniff Griggs’ clothes and we’ll call it even.”
“Done.” She glanced at her watch. An appointment? Ordone with me? “Well, it was good speaking with you, Detective.”
Done with me.
“Call me Jagg—for the tenth time. And keep your eye out for a blue sedan.”
I took another glance at my soul-brother with the silver eyes.
“Have a good day, Miss Harper.” I turned into three pairs of beady eyes and three wagging tails. I dipped my chin. “Tango. Athena. Max.”
I felt Sunny’s eyes boring into my back as I started down the river bank.
I turned, catching her stare.
“Hey, Sunny?”
Her brows arched.
“You might want to move those wind chimes you’ve got hanging above your truck. Hate to have anything happen to that beauty. And that reminds me, I have one more question to ask you. What church do you go to?”
I watched her wheels start to turn. “Religion isn’t confined between four walls.”
“Or within the three knots of the triquetra symbols you’ve got hanging from those chimes.”
“You’re observant, Detective.”
“Jagg. Eleven. And it’s the job. What’s with the triquetra?”
“Why don’t you just come out and ask me if I’m a witch?”
“Are you a witch, Miss Harper?”
“Sunny. And no.”
