“It’s something to go on, right?”
Nick racked his brain to think of another defining detail he could offer, but she had a point. They didn’t take time to look as they focused on staying alive.
Chief Spencer shook his head. “Over half the town owns pickup trucks, Lexi, and a quarter of those are white, including mine.”
Nick couldn’t help but notice Alexis’s grimace when the chief called her Lexi. Her nickname? “He’s right,” Nick admitted. “I’ve got a white pickup, too.”
The young cop nodded. “Easiest color to keep clean.”
“You all have white trucks?” Alexis asked, sounding more incredulous. “Well, I think it was a Ford F-Series.” She raised her eyebrows as if they should be impressed.
Nick didn’t recall the make and model, so he acknowledged her keen observation with a slow nod.
“That narrows it down to maybe sixty percent of the white trucks,” the chief said. Alexis seemed crestfallen, but the chief paid no attention. He looked at Nick. “You said the shooting started at the mayor’s house?”
Nick frowned. “Mayor Simonds is my neighbor?” That seemed like a tidbit someone could’ve mentioned before now. The houses were several acres apart, but still. “I’ve tried to introduce myself a few times, but no one has ever been home.”
The chief narrowed his eyes. “Yes, he is. And I believe you’re his opponent, Dr. Kendrick, so if you don’t mind, I’d like an impartial party to tell the story.” He turned his gaze to Alexis.
Her mouth dropped open. “You’re running for mayor? Have you even lived here long enough to be a resident?”
Her tone sounded almost accusatory, and he didn’t really understand why. “I’ve met all the eligibility requirements, if that’s what you’re asking. Barings is my home.”
“Everyone knows he’s running, Lexi,” the young officer said to Alexis. “Old news.”
Her eyebrows shot up, and she eyed him a minute before turning to Chief Spencer. She relayed the events of the past hour without commentary, as if reporting for the six o’clock news. Nick did his best to keep his mouth shut until she reached the part about the man who’d walked around the corner. “Six feet tall, I’d guess,” she said. “Late thirties or early forties. He wore a white polo shirt and carpenter jeans. No other identifying factors that I can remember.”
“There were drugs,” Nick interjected. “In the gutter downspouts. I can show you.”
Alexis’s jaw dropped. Chief noticed. “You didn’t see these drugs?”
She cringed. “No, but it certainly explains a lot. I can’t think of any other motivation they’d try to kill us just for getting a dog off the property.”
Chief Spencer shook his head again. “I need a reason to get on that property. And frankly, having the mayor’s opponent as the only witness doesn’t do it.”
“Forget that, then,” Alexis said. “We’re talking attempted murder. I was witness to that! Those men shot a branch that hit me.” She lifted up her hair. An angry red line streaked across the side of her neck.
Nick flinched. He should’ve moved faster, gotten them out of the line of fire before that had happened. He turned to enter the house. “I’ll grab my first aid kit.”
Her hand blocked him. “I’m fine. It just stings a little.” Her gaze swung to the chief. “My point is, I don’t understand why you don’t have enough to go on.”
The younger officer picked up his radio and stepped away for a moment. “Chief, no sign of the vehicle or armed men. They confirmed tire tracks and a broken fence section on the mayor’s property. Permission to proceed?”
Nick tensed. He wasn’t used to having his word questioned. Was that how every officer would react if a challenging political opponent witnessed criminal activity? Or was it possible the chief was proving his alliance with the current mayor? Either way, Nick breathed easier knowing they couldn’t avoid the proof that something had happened.
Chief Spencer pointed to the backseat of the vehicle. “Okay. Get in, you two.”
* * *
Alexis couldn’t believe they had to share the backseat of a police vehicle with a dog. Logically, she knew it wouldn’t attack her, but the positive thoughts did nothing to stop her heart from racing. Why people liked to keep animals around for company was beyond the scope of her imagination. If they knew what it felt like to be attacked by one like she did, maybe they’d feel differently. The dog’s breath alone was enough to make her want to go running. And yet, even though Alexis had shown her no signs of affection, Raven stared up at her, panting.
“She knows you don’t like her,” Nick said. “Animals can sense that, especially dogs. She’s trying to win you over.”
She eyed Nick. The chief had referred to him as Dr. Kendrick. Judging by his tan skin and athletic physique, he had to be active and a lover of the outdoors. And it seemed like those types often loved dogs just as much as nature, so maybe he knew something about animals. “So if I pet her, she’ll leave me alone?”
He shrugged. “Wouldn’t hurt to try.”
She held back a sigh. She’d already touched the dog more than enough for her lifetime when she had to pick it up to get it over the fence, but she humored the both of them and reached out to touch the top of Raven’s head. It was smooth yet wiry.
Raven stretched her neck at the touch so that Alexis’s fingers brushed against her ears. They were soft and velvety like a fuzzy pillow. The dog shifted in the small space between her and Nick until its whole body leaned against Alexis.
Admittedly, the warmth and connection were nice for a second, but she still didn’t trust the dog to keep its mouth to itself. She shot Nick a look.
He smirked. “Or petting her could just encourage her.”
Her gut twisted. She knew he was teasing, but she didn’t know him well enough to explain why it wasn’t funny. Alexis pushed away from the dog, calmly, forcing it to snuggle with Nick instead.
How could he have lived here long enough to be running for mayor? She’d thought she knew the few doctors who lived in the area. She’d worked for almost all of them, subbing for their receptionists.
She’d kept to herself ever since she returned to town, but she must have been more antisocial than she’d thought if Jeremy, the young officer driving, was right and his candidacy was old news.
Nick patted the dog’s head and her tail wagged, slapping Alexis’s thigh. Nick’s warm laugh soothed her nerves. “Sorry about that,” he said.
She tried to smile in response.
Jeremy parked the cruiser in front of the mayor’s house. She’d known Gerald Simonds lived out here somewhere but hadn’t known which house until now. He was only a few years older. She’d never imagined him as rich or running their town, but he owned a successful mechanic shop and had made some smart investment moves. In fact, his brother, Barry, owned the financial firm responsible. Barry used to do
