Pierce paused. “Rings?”
I grinned. “You should see them.”
Nick pulled out the box and flipped open the top.
Pierce whistled. “Nicely done. I take it you hid the box the second the Cupids arrived?”
Nick nodded.
Thank goodness. Even wounded, Nick would’ve gone after them if they’d taken the rings.
Pierce glanced back down at his notebook. “You didn’t see them escape?”
Nick slipped the box back into his pocket. “I was on the ground at that point.”
“So was I,” I said. “They just ran outside. I didn’t even hear a vehicle.”
Pierce straightened. “Thus far, we have no witnesses.”
“Any CCTV in the area?” Nick asked. “I know there must be a couple around the jewelry store.”
Pierce nodded. “There were two cameras in the store, and we have the videos, but those costumes effectively hide their identities.”
“Great,” I muttered. Why rob with a bow and arrow? The robbers had been making a statement, but what was the point? I couldn’t quite grasp it.
Nick looked at Pierce. “Hey, I’m trying to get information on the two bodies found around Lilac Lake last weekend, and your precinct is stalling me. What’s up?”
“I don’t have anything to report on that right now,” Pierce said evenly.
I cocked my head. That was weird. Detective Pierce usually worked very closely with the prosecuting attorney’s office. Perhaps his reluctance was because I didn’t work in law enforcement any longer. “I can go help Tessa if you two want to talk.”
“No, we’re good,” Pierce said. “I want you to run me through the description of the perpetrators again, step by step. I want you to think of anything, from the inflection of their voices to their movements, to them being left or right-handed. Everything. Both of you. I need a lot more than we have.”
Nick frowned. “What’s going on, Grant?”
“At the moment, nothing. I need to concentrate on this case. You’re a witness, not a prosecutor, Basanelli.” Pierce tapped his pen on his notebook. “Give me descriptions of the three men again and start at the very beginning.”
After leaving the hospital,even at top speed, my wipers failed to effectively remove the snow from my windshield as February acted like December. I shivered in my Jeep Cherokee and turned up the heat as I pulled into the driveway of Aiden’s cabin. I’d moved in with him after my place had nearly burned down around Christmastime. We had salvaged my piano, and most importantly, my family pictures. It wasn’t as disastrous as it could have been.
I parked next to his already snow-covered truck and jumped out of my vehicle, ducking my head and fighting the powerful wind as snow bombarded me. I reached the front door and opened it, quickly hustling inside. The smell of fragrant stew instantly made my stomach rumble. Shaking off snow on the rubber mat, I hung my coat on a nearby hook and then kicked off my boots.
Aiden’s cabin was much larger than mine had been, with his three bedrooms, three bathrooms, a great room, and a pretty nice breakfast nook next to a kitchen he had just finished updating.
The place lacked a garage or deck, but I believed those were on Aiden’s to-do list once the weather cleared. At the rate we were going, I couldn’t even imagine spring, but in Idaho, the weather could change in an instant.
I looked into the great room with its massive stone fireplace and turned right toward the kitchen, where Aiden stood dishing up two bowls of stew.
He turned, smiling. “We need a garage.”
I liked that he’d used the wordwe. “Definitely need a garage,” I said, my wet hair curling—probably wildly—around my face. I didn’t care. I was starving.
He loped forward and placed the bowls on the maple kitchen table we’d acquired the week before. We’d found it in my Aunt Yara’s antique store, and she’d given us a heck of a deal. “You’re later than I expected.” He turned back for a bottle of cabernet.
“Long story,” I admitted, sitting down and taking him in.
Aiden Devlin was something to look at with his six-and-a-half-foot height, jet-black hair, and shockingly blue eyes. He looked every inch the wild, rebellious Irishman he was. We’d known each other as kids, and he’d saved me from a kidnapper back then. We’d only reconnected recently, but our romance had been fast and explosive.
Tonight, his eyes were mellow, and his movements graceful. Even in ripped jeans and a black T-shirt faded to mostly gray, he was the most handsome man I’d ever seen. Sure, I could be a little biased, but most women sighed when he walked by in a bar. A couple had thrown their panties at him before.
