“Do you know Kyle Watts, Riggs’ buddy?” He handed her a mugshot.
Her pulse spiked. “You arrested him?”
“Boulder County brought him in for violating the bat closure at Boulder Falls and obstructing a peace officer.”
She let out a breath, disappointed. For a second, she’d thought it was over.
She studied the image, tried to remember if she’d seen that face anywhere. “I don’t recognize him. Does he climb?”
Darius nodded. “I think so, though not professionally. He was kicked out of the army for drug use.”
Sasha handed him the mugshot. “I’ve seen Riggs out climbing a handful of times in the past few years. There was a guy with him, but we didn’t hang out together. I never talked with him.”
Darius slipped the mugshot back into his pocket and drew out a folded piece of paper. “Are you familiar with this avatar? This was posted last night.”
The paper held the printout of a comment on her tweet about her supposed bike accident. Beside a close-up image of someone’s raised middle finger was a comment that made her stare.
A bike accident? I heard she was run off the road in a hit-and-run.
“Do you recognize the avatar?” Darius asked again.
“There’s something familiar about it. I must have seen it on other comments.”
Darius nodded, slipped the paper into his pocket. “Who knows the truth about your littleaccident?”
“Everyone here in Scarlet knows. My family, too. The police in Denver and Boulder. Someone must have said something or posted about it. Why? Do you think the person who posted this is one of the guys in the SUV?”
The thought sent chills down her spine.
“I wouldn’t rule out the possibility. This is the only post or comment from that account. There are no other tweets. Just this.”
“Can you find them?”
“The poster used a VPN, so we’re going to have to request the records from the company. I was hoping you knew the person who used that avatar.”
“I don’t.”
He stood. “I’ll head back to your office and make sure everything is running the way it’s supposed to.”
He turned to go, but Sasha called after him. “Darius?”
He stopped, faced her.
“Thanks.”
“You got it.”
And then he was gone.
Darius satat the desk and logged into the system, wanting to kick himself squarely in the ass. Had he lost his mind?
In the past eighteen hours, he’d had a physical reaction to a photo of Sasha. Then he’d gone back to his room at the Inn to check her social media and had ended up watching more of her climbing videos instead. He’d had an even stronger physical reaction to those. Now, he’d called her by her first name, held her hand much longer than necessary—and had found himself fighting not tokissher.
What the fuck was wrong with him?
You’re attracted to her.
Yeah, no shit. But it was worse than that.
