Page 53 of Wild Fire


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When he let her go, she declared, “You’re a good kisser,Dutch, seriously, but your kisses don’t wring miracles.”

“I’ll have to work on that,” he replied.

“Whatever,” she mumbled.

“Luke has got to meet this one,” Eddie said.

“Tex,” Hank said.“Tex isgonnaadopt her.”

Christ, that couldn’t happen.

Tex would take one look at Murtagh and there’d definitely bea catnapping and Murtagh would be lost to them forever.

“Who are Luke and Tex?”Georgie asked.

Both Hank and Eddie stared at her.

Then Hank asked, “Have you not read theRock Chickbooks?”

“No.They’re on my list,” Georgie answered.

“Please, God, don’t,” Hank begged.“I think you’re the onlywoman in Denver who hasn’t, and I cannot tell you how refreshing it is to sitat a table with someone who does not already know the names of my kids.”

“And other shit about you,” Eddie murmured.

“And you,” Hank returned.

Their food came, along with Georgie’s margarita.

They tucked in but Dutch did it pushing, “So the cops knowthis woman is shady and that’s it?”

“We also talked to the detectives in charge of theinvestigation, and to describe them as being frustrated, with the case andespecially her, is an understatement,” Eddie told them.“They’re pissed.Butthey can’t waterboard her in order to get her to talk.”

“Though they discussed it,” Hank muttered.

“I’ll fill the buckets,” Georgie also muttered.

Hank shot her a grin and Eddie gave her a big, white smile.

“What about who the Stephens family saw go in and out?”Georgie asked.“Canvassing other neighbors?Is anyone recognizable as personsof interest to the police?”

“You’d be surprised how little detail people have aboutthings they’ve seen, even things that don’t sit right with them, when it comesdown to that detail being important,” Hank shared.

“So no luck with that,” she surmised.

“Sadly, no,” Hank confirmed.

“So everything leads to a dead end.”

“Everything leads to the neighbor,” Eddie corrected.

“She’s just not talking,” Georgie said flatly.

No one answered that because they’d already been over it.

“What does she do?”Georgie asked.

“She manages a restaurant,” Hank answered.