Field of Danger. Ramona Richards

is safer than any chintzy motel out on the interstate, even with you sitting in front of the door. Lots of hiding places, and that’s providing he gets in and Polly doesn’t get him. You know what she can do.”

      Daniel ignored April’s questioning look at Polly. Only Aunt Suke would bring a retired K-9 unit dog into her home. But retired or not, no one messed with Polly.

      Or Aunt Suke, for that matter.

      Hands on hips, Aunt Suke braced for battle, her white hair swirling in a sudden breeze. “I have Polly. I have a house with an alarm system and a lot of hiding places. I’m sure April has a cell phone. And that’s before you put a deputy in my driveway.”

      “No gun?”

      Aunt Suke’s mouth twisted in disgust. “Of course I have a gun, but I don’t go around shooting at people, including your suspect.”

      “No shooting would be preferable, yes. What kind?”

      “A shotgun I inherited from my father. It’s clean, it fires fine, it’s unloaded and it’s in my bedroom closet. I use it to scare blackbirds and juvenile delinquents trying to smoke pot in my cornfield.”

      Daniel’s eyebrows arched. Surely she wasn’t ser—

      Aunt Suke crossed her arms. “Daniel. I said I do not shoot at anyone. You’re not thinking straight or you’d have caught that.”