It was my turn to raise my brows.
“Sorry,” he said, looking a bit sheepish. “It’s just this guy dropped dead in one of my jail cells. Not exactly something I can explain when no one touched him. Makes his death look suspicious.”
I nodded. “Yeah, that would be suspicious if it wasn’t for this.” I picked up a little baggie. “I sent samples to the lab in Cheyenne for tox screening, but I already know what they’ll say. The cause of death is going to be an overdose.” Frowning down at the corpse, I shook my head. “When will these guys learn to keep their drugs in sturdier baggies if they’re planning on swallowing them?”
He chuckled. “Pretty sure he didn’t plan on swallowing that shit when my deputies spotted him. Didn’t see him swallow anything, though he ran from them so it wouldn’t have been hard for him to do.”
“I can barely swallow one pill with water,” I admitted, “let alone a plastic bag with multiple pills in them.”
He grinned at me, then nodded at the bag. “You said pills.”
“Ecstasy would be my professional opinion, though you’ll have to wait on the toxicology report for one hundred percent accuracy.”
“I trust your judgement. Though, I’m curious why you suspect Ecstasy? Could be Oxy, Vicodin, Fentanyl, meth, or even LSD, though that last one is less likely.”
Handing him the bag, I pointed. “Like I said, I could be wrong, but the color and the fact that they bothered to stamp a logo on them is why I suspect Ecstasy.”
“What the hell color is that?” he asked, frowning. “Like a rust brown?”
“I think it’s a coppery color. The lights in here are a bit harsh. I bet if you took them outside they’d look more orange, or more like the shade they were going for.”
“Weird color. This shit is usually bright pinks, blues, and yellows.”
“Maybe the manufacturer wanted to stand out,” I offered.
“You sure this is a logo?” Owen asked, flipping one of the pills over.
“If it’s Ecstasy, it is,” I said with a shrug.
“Just looks like a circle. I don’t recognize it as one of the usual suspects the junkies get in Cheyenne.”
“You’ll probably want to keep a look out for whoever is making this stuff,” I suggested.
He sighed. “I’m hoping it’s a one off. Guy isn’t local. Probably picked this shit up out of state and thought he could make a quick buck. My guy caught him outside the high school.” He shook his head with a look of disgust written on his face. “Why do they always go for the fucking kids?”
“Have you gotten an ID yet?” I asked.
“Yeah. Lives over in Cheyenne. List of petty crimes, but nothing as big as drug dealing. Not that he’s been caught for at least.”
“Explains why he panicked enough to swallow that bag,” I replied. “Need any time with the body?”
His lip lifted in disgust. “No. Your report will be just fine, thanks.”
“Give me an hour and you’ll have it,” I told him.
“Thanks, Rae. You make my life damn easy. I couldn’t imagine how long I’d have to wait for one of the coroners in Cheyenne to get to something like this.”
I smiled at him. “It’s my pleasure.”
He gave me a respectful nod as he tossed his gloves in the trash and headed out the door. Owen was a good looking man. Blond hair, fit build, and a smile a lot of women went nuts for. And yet he didn’t provoke a reaction from me in the slightest.
It was the same with Pyre’s MC brothers. They were all gorgeous in their own ways, and nothing. Yet Pyre showed up and my heart started doing the tango inside my chest every time. I needed to think about my conversation earlier with my friends. What was that old saying? It was better to have loved and lost, than never to have loved at all. I wasn’t so sure about that. And I wasn’t so sure I could trust myself or Pyre enough to potentially lose my heart to him.
CHAPTER 13
Raeleen
Three days later, I opened my door and stared at Pyre. He was standing there with that easy, sexy smile of his. “Hello.”
