liked Finn’s dog, but Sarge picked his friends wisely and Finn considered him to be a good judge of character. He had to agree with the dog.
Every time he and Moran met, Finn tried to suppress the surge of anger that washed through him. But the reminder was always there. Derek didn’t belong to a gang like The Brothers in Chicago who had wreaked such havoc on Finn’s life, but he had a habit of finding trouble, and a cocky attitude. Like Eduardo Sanchez.
“Moran,” he called out, keeping a tight grip on Sarge’s collar. He didn’t need animal control coming after the dog for biting, not that he could fault him for snarling at Derek. The dog’s potty break, though, would have to wait.
With a hard expression in his pale blue eyes, Derek stopped. “’Evening, Sheriff.” He gestured at Sarge. “That your K-9 department?”
“All the help I need,” Finn said. Sarge kept grumbling deep in his throat. “Thought you were working nights at the 7-Eleven these days.” What are you doing here?
“After I helped myself to a few Cokes and a burrito, management and I didn’t see eye to eye.” Derek shrugged. “No big deal. I figure they owed me something more than the lousy few bucks an hour I was getting to stand behind the counter and card every kid who wanted to buy a six-pack. Noblesse oblige, I guess you could say.”
“Fancy words,” Finn said. The right word was theft and he figured Derek had sold to those minors, perhaps for an extra fee. “So you got fired.” He stroked Sarge’s head until the dog quieted. “You’re unemployed again?”
Derek shook his head. “Don’t jump to conclusions, Sheriff. Folks tend to do that with me but they’re wrong and so are you.” His chest puffed out. “Got me a new daytime job. Salary, full benefits, even a place to sleep.”
The hackles rose on Finn’s neck. “Where?” But he could guess.
“Wilson Cattle,” Derek said, confirming Finn’s suspicion.
His heart sank. “What’s the job?”
“Ranch hand. Could become foreman one day—if I play my cards right. Dusty Malone isn’t getting any younger. I plan to take his place.”
Finn couldn’t believe his friend Grey, who owned the cattle Derek stole, and with his recent marriage was Derek’s new brother-in-law, had hired him. Maybe he’d done it to ease his conscience. Years ago, Grey was wrongly accused of killing Derek’s older brother. According to local legend, that tragedy had ruined Derek’s young life. Finn could understand that, but was Grey actually willing to risk the future of his ranch? What if Derek decided to steal more cattle from him? That case, which Finn had handled months ago, was still pending after numerous delays and a continuance from the judge, but Finn didn’t believe for a minute that Derek would use this opportunity to make something of himself. By his age, Eduardo Sanchez already had a rap sheet a mile long, and at twenty-five Derek was running out of time to keep messing up.
“Let me give you some advice.” He pointed a finger at Derek’s chest, making Sarge growl again. “Keep your nose clean this time.”
Derek snorted. “Whoa, I’m not afraid of you, Finn. I heard about you chasing the bad guys in Chicago until you almost lost your job. If you couldn’t find the people who offed your wife and kid—”
Finn’s hand loosened on Sarge’s collar. How did Derek know that? Freed from constraint, the dog lunged at Derek then backed off short of reaching him, as if he knew he would get himself in trouble if he attacked, and Finn with him. Sarge returned to sit at Finn’s feet, his throaty rumble breaking the silence. “Don’t ever mention my family again,” Finn said, his voice shaking.
“I don’t have to. Think you can do a better job here in Barren?”
Finn refused to take the bait. Moran was likely angling for a fight that would only bring disciplinary action down on his own head. He turned away. “Good luck at Wilson Cattle.” He took two steps toward the building then stopped. With his back to Derek, never a good choice, he said, “Tonight’s your lucky night. I’m not even going to ask why you’re on this property or what you’re doing miles from that ranch.”
“Last time I checked, I didn’t need your permission. I’ve got a date,” Derek said with a sudden grin in his voice, surprising Finn. There weren’t many women in town who would go out with Derek, a ladies’ man in his own mind. And certainly not many who’d bring him into their home.
Finn let that go. For now. He had no probable cause to detain him.
“I’ll be watching,” was all he said.
Derek’s laughter followed him up the steps and into the building. The back of his neck hot, Finn climbed the steps to the second floor with Sarge. Finn would have to take him out again for that potty break, but he needed to collect himself first.
His worst memories walked with him to his door where he abruptly halted. Before he read the handwritten notice tacked to the frame, Finn knew what it would say. His landlord had warned him about Sarge’s barking whenever Finn left him home, one reason he’d been taking the dog to the station most days. Finn was already in violation of his lease and the building’s no-pets clause. He hadn’t owned Sarge when he moved in, but apparently several tenants had complained of the noise.
Sarge isn’t really a pet, Finn wanted to tell the man, He’s my roommate. And although he’d try to change his landlord’s mind, he doubted he’d succeed. They were being evicted.
“FINN DONOVAN IS a go-by-the-book kind of guy. Everyone in town calls him Mr. Law-and-Order.”
Keeping one eye on Emmie, Annabelle stiffened at her friend Olivia’s comment. The playground rang with childish laughter. On this perfect October morning, the sun had burned off the chill from last night and cleared the dawn clouds away. The big sky overhead was now a brilliant blue, almost the exact color of Olivia Wilson’s eyes. Wearing sweat pants and a T-shirt, her blond hair in a loose ponytail, she sat beside Annabelle on a bench, watching the kids play. Olivia had brought Emmie here before, but this was the first time Annabelle could join them.
Although Olivia and their other two friends had been right to suggest getting together, she didn’t welcome this topic of conversation.
Seated on Annabelle’s other side, Shadow Wilson was married to Olivia’s brother Grey and thus Olivia’s new sister-in-law. Slim and dark haired, she chimed in about Finn, her brown eyes warm. “You mean, Mr. Hunky-Law-and-Order.” She fanned her face.
“Please,” Annabelle murmured.
“You disagree?”
“No, but I’d rather focus on the warrant he has for Sierra.”
“Whatever the explanation,” Olivia said, “it does seem Sierra was reaching out to you about those ‘loose ends’ when she headed for Barren. I’m glad she’s finally conscious. Once she’s able to talk more, everything will get sorted out.”
Shadow nodded. “I don’t doubt for a second that you’ll help her.”
“Because that’s what you do, Belle,” Olivia said, her engagement ring from Sawyer McCord sparkling in the sunlight.
Helping others was what Annabelle had always done, sometimes to avoid getting another reprimand from her mother or a slashing criticism from her father. A do-gooder, he’d sometimes called her, but the trait had served her well. Besides, that was her nature, and her friends’, too.
“Our kids will watch out for your Emmie,” they’d said before. My Emmie. Annabelle couldn’t wrap her tired head around that and, besides, it was no truer than Finn’s accusations must be about Sierra. Still, her friends’ older children had already taken Emmie under their wing. After teaching her how to pump her legs on the swings, they were now