“Section two. The deputy sheriff may be transferred to another department or agency within the county.”
Snapping the book shut, he tossed it on the desk. “Showoff.”
“So, any other tests you want to perform on me before we get to work? Would you like to test my shooting skills at the range?”
He kicked his feet off the desk and scowled at me. “Let’s just get to work. You’re with me today.”
“Great. I look forward to all the tests you’ll put me through.”
“No tests,” he muttered. “Just some coffee.”
Coffee? No, that couldn’t be right. Bea said he was working something up. But I’d go with him on this until I could figure out what the hell he had in store for me.
“Sure. I’ll buy.”
“Damn straight you’ll buy. We’re walking, so bundle up.”
Chuckling, I pulled my hat out of my pocket and tucked it over my head. I wasn’t new to working in bad conditions, nor was I unaware of what cold weather in Montana did to a person. I’d been away from it long enough thatmy body had adjusted to warmer climates, but I still remembered what freezing fingers felt like.
“We’ll cut behind Seafood & More.”
“That’s new. Since when do we have seafood in town?”
“Since someone moved in a few years ago, and decided that’s what this town needed.”
“Is it any good?”
He shrugged, zipping up his coat. “Does alright. Though I doubt anyone goes there for the seafood.”
We cut through the parking lot and came out on Whisper Lane, then headed east around the bend, past the park. There were no kids out at this hour, but once it warmed up a little, the whole damn park would be filled with the daycare center kids, from what I remembered.
“So, Blake’s working the Dakota Walker murder,” I said, hoping to find out some more information on the way to the coffee shop.
“Yeah, Mayor Cameron informed me she was hiring her. Don’t suppose they worked out any kind of financial arrangement?”
“I’m not sure Blake took the case for money.”
“And that doesn’t bother you?” he asked, cocking his head at me.
“She does what she likes. There’s no stopping her.”
“Yeah, I got that about her,” he grumbled.
“Still upset over the whole window incident?” I grinned, trying not to laugh at the man.
“Hey, you would be upset, too, if you had been tossed through a window!”
“Iwastossed through a window. That’s how I met her.”
“Still…it’s just not right.”
“The case?” I asked, redirecting him.
“I don’t know what you want me to say. She can have access to all the records, but I’m not sure she’ll figure anything out twenty-five years later.”
“Blake doesn’t give up easily. Once she’s got the bit between her teeth, there’s no stopping her.”
He halted and slapped his hand against my arm, stopping me. “Just keep an eye out.”
