Special Agents Conner Perigo and Seth Harrington,” Conner called.
The talking immediately stopped, but there was no response.
“Sir? We’re looking for a Ms. Adrienne Jeffries. We would like to come in the barn.”
A muttered curse, then what sounded like chewing tobacco being spit. “Fine. Come on in,” the man in the barn finally replied.
“Sir, is it just you in the barn?” Seth asked as he and Conner entered slowly.
“Yes.”
“Are you sure? We heard you talking to someone.”
“Yeah, I was talking to Willie Nelson, but I’m pretty sure he’s not going to be talking back anytime soon.”
Willie Nelson? Conner and Seth glanced at each other again as they walked farther in, both with hands near their weapons. As their eyes adjusted to the dimness of the barn, Conner saw the man was referring to a horse he was brushing inside a stall.
The man was in his mid-sixties, short and wiry. As he walked around the horse, Conner noticed he moved with a limp in his left leg. This had to be Rick Vincent.
“I’m Agent Perigo. This is Agent Harrington. We’re from the FBI.”
“Yeah, I heard you the first time.” The older man was obviously not a big fan of law enforcement. “I’m busy.”
“We’re looking for Ms. Jeffries, sir. She owns this ranch, correct?” Seth asked, moving a couple steps to the left, subtly blocking the exit, should the older man try to run.
“Yeah, she owns it. She’s not here right now.”
“Not here on the ranch or not here in the barn?” Conner asked when the man didn’t offer any more info.
“She’s off riding one of the horses.”
“And may we ask your name, sir?” Although they already knew.
“Vincent. Rick Vincent,” the man offered after a hesitation. Conner could see he was trying to judge how much they knew about him.
“You work here, Mr. Vincent?” Conner asked.
“Just Vincent. Yeah, I work here. I’m the ranch manager.”
“How long have you worked here?” Seth asked.
“Just about a year now.”
“Ms. Jeffries owned the place the entire time?”
Conner let Seth ask the questions while Conner observed the man and the barn. They already knew the answers, but they could learn a lot by what someone was willing to lie about.
“Yeah.”
“Just you and her working here?”
“Yeah. Although we get some kids from the 4-H Club who come in on weekends and stuff like that. And some horticultural students from the local community college every once in a while.”
“May I get your address, Vincent? Just in case we need to talk to you again after we speak to Ms. Jeffries.”
Vincent paused so long Conner thought he might not answer at all. “I live in the house here.”
Conner glanced at Seth with an eyebrow raised. “So you live with Ms. Jeffries in the house?” Interesting.
“Yes.”
“And it’s just the two of you?”
“It’s not like what you boys are thinking. We both live in the house, but it’s not like that.” Vincent glared at them both, then spat to the side again.
Okay, maybe not romantic, but protective. Still interesting.
Seth seemed about to ask another question when a female voice from outside the barn interrupted him.
“Vince! I officially love Ruby Tuesday! I so hope the owners end up boarding her here. Maybe I should offer a discount just so I can see this pretty girl all the time.” A burst of joyful laughter drew Conner’s focus.
The woman’s voice faded as she started talking to the horse, obviously common practice around here.
A moment later a woman in her mid-twenties—probably one of the college students Vincent had mentioned—led Ruby Tuesday into the barn. She stopped, noticeably shocked when she saw Conner and Seth. She looked at Vincent with concern then rubbed her head and took a few steps back.
“You okay, kiddo?” Vincent asked.
The young woman looked almost panicked. Conner stepped toward her with his arms held out in a soothing manner. “We didn’t mean to startle you, miss. My name is Agent Perigo. This is Agent Harrington.”
“You’re FBI,” she stammered out, still panicky. Did everyone here have an aversion to the FBI?
Conner smiled and tried to reassure the young woman. “Yes. We’re actually looking for Adrienne Jeffries. Mr. Vincent said she was riding. Did you happen to see her while you were out?”
The woman took a deep breath and rubbed her head again. She looked at Vincent, then back at Conner. But she didn’t respond.
Seth decided to take a shot. “We can assure you Ms. Jeffries isn’t in any trouble. We were just hoping to talk to her for a bit.”
The young woman took a couple of breaths and seemed to compose herself. “Okay.”
Seth looked at Conner, who shrugged, then asked, “Okay, what?”
“Okay, I’m here. You can talk to me.”
Conner could feel the shock rolling over him. This could not be the Adrienne Jeffries they were supposed to contact. She was too young, with her pixie-short hair and big brown eyes.
She was too damn beautiful.
“No.” Conner denied it before he could help himself. “Your mom, maybe? Is there another Adrienne Jeffries at this address?”
The young woman sighed and shook her head. “Nope, just me.” She led the horse over to Vincent and gave him the reins. “Let’s go inside the house to talk. I think we’ll be more comfortable.”
“I’ll come, too,” Vincent was quick to interject.
Conner watched as Adrienne laid a gentle hand on the older man’s arm. Obviously the protectiveness went both ways. He felt a little guilty that they were about to use that protectiveness against her.
“I’m fine, Vince, I promise.” Adrienne smiled at Vincent then turned to look directly at Conner. “If they’re FBI, I know why they’re here.”
There was definitely no smile when she said that. Vincent was obviously reluctant but agreed.
Adrienne Jeffries silently walked out of the barn, leaving Conner and Seth to follow, or just as obviously not to follow. They made their way behind her wordlessly. Conner couldn’t help admiring how well she filled out her worn jeans as she walked ahead of them. They obviously weren’t designer jeans, but who the hell cared if she looked like that in them?
Seth reached over and nudged him with his elbow.
“What?” Conner whispered, reluctantly drawing his eyes away from Adrienne’s jeans.
“I don’t have a hankie so I’m offering you my sleeve.”
“What the hell are you talking about?”
“To wipe the drool from your mouth, man. You missed some.”
Conner thought just a moment about gut-punching his partner before reaching the house but decided it wasn’t worth it. He wasn’t drooling, for God’s sake.
But his eyes were drawn back to her jeans one more time.
Adrienne Jeffries was definitely not some middle-aged woman who