style="font-size:15px;"> “Don’t know.” Adam tried to let go of her hand. Sara resisted until he said, “I need to go talk to the sheriff. I’ll be right over there.”
“Then we both will be,” she countered. “You’re not getting rid of me that easily.”
To her relief he looped an arm around her waist and pulled her to his side. “Never crossed my mind...”
She was ready to set aside her misgivings about the way Adam felt regarding their relationship until he added, “Buddy,” instead of using her name.
Of course they were friends. That went without saying. And, if she were honest with herself, there was comfort in such camaraderie. Sara couldn’t help it if her emotions had soared higher and faster than his. Or that no other man in her life had ever come close to measuring up to her childhood friend. Adam was not only handsome. He was kind and intelligent and could practically read her mind.
Except he was overlooking her when it came to romance, wasn’t he? She sighed. There had been a time when she had thought his heart belonged to Vicki, yet he didn’t seem to be grieving as much as Vicki’s poor family. Then again, he’d been a marine and had seen combat so perhaps he was just good at hiding his feelings.
“I wish...” Sara muttered, surprised when Adam took notice.
“What?”
“I was talking to myself,” she alibied, keeping her head bowed so he couldn’t see her flaming cheeks.
He gave her a little squeeze. “Hang in there. As soon as the police let us go I’ll get coverage for the last few hours of my shift and we’ll go to my place.”
Her wry wit surfaced and she gave him a lopsided smile. “You mean like a stray pup. It followed me home—can I keep it?”
“Yeah. Something like that.” They joined a sheriff’s deputy at his patrol car while other police officers were cautiously climbing the stairs to Sara’s apartment, guns drawn.
Sara realized she had actually gone to school with this man, too, although she would never have predicted that such a troublesome kid would end up on the right side of the law. She nodded to him. “Hi, Tiger.”
He stammered and cleared his throat. “You can call me Elmer. I don’t use that nickname anymore.”
“I thought you hated Elmer.”
“I did. Still do. But my boss thought it sounded bad to go by Tiger, so I don’t.”
“Understandable.”
Elmer eyed Adam. “Rough night, huh?”
“You have no idea. So far, Sara has been shot at three times, once here and twice at the scene of the fire we just put out over on County Road Seventeen.”
“That’s why they sent me this time. I heard there was a fatality out there.”
Sara spoke up. “He died of smoke inhalation. Has the victim...has Rodrigo been sent to Springfield for an autopsy?”
“That’s what we usually do, so I imagine so,” Elmer replied. “Tell me about what happened here.”
“It was a drive-by,” Adam said. “We’d just discovered the vandalism in Sara’s apartment and were waiting by my truck for the police.”
“Did you recognize the vehicles involved?”
“No. One was an older car and one a fairly new, dark-colored SUV,” Adam said while Sara nodded agreement.
“Maybe it was just teenagers stirring up trouble.” As he spoke he was making a show of examining the truck with a flashlight. “Looks like the only damage was the busted window.”
Despite her normally level temperament, Sara was beginning to get upset. “Listen, Tiger, you may have done that kind of thing when you were a kid but these shooters were not young. At least one of them wasn’t. Part of his arm was sticking out the passenger-side window and I saw dark, splotchy colors on it, like maybe a tattoo, so don’t pass this off as simple teenage mischief. My apartment is soaked in red paint, my furniture was slashed, and somebody has been taking potshots at me tonight. This is no little, inconsequential prank. Okay?”
“Got it. Sorry.” Hands raised, he took a backward step toward his cruiser. “I’ll radio what you told me and all units will keep a lookout, but with such generic descriptions of the vehicles I don’t expect results. Come daylight we’ll see if we can find what’s left of the bullets that passed through your truck window. If you think of anything else, give dispatch a call.”
Adam raised a hand in parting. “Will do. If you need us we’ll be out at the ranch.”
Sara noticed the officer’s momentary pause before he entered his car. “I wish you hadn’t told him that. It’s going to be all over town by dawn, you know.”
“Everything always is,” Adam countered. “It’s only when folks try to hide what they’re doing that it becomes suspicious.”
“I suppose you’re right. At any rate, when they spot my car out at your ranch there will be no doubt.”
“I said I’d drive you.”
“I know. I just want my own wheels.” Looking toward the diagonal parking spots across the street she frowned. “Hold on. Does my car look strange to you?”
He took a moment. “Yes. I’d say it has at least two flat tires.”
“Terrific.” Her shoulders sagged under the added burden. “I thought all they were aiming at was us and your truck. How could a stray bullet have hit more than one wheel?”
“We don’t know that the shooting here has anything to do with your flats. Come on. As soon as we’ve reported the latest damage and I’m free to clean the glass off my truck seats, I’ll check at the fire station and make sure there’s enough coverage tonight.” He looked at his watch. “It’s only a couple of hours till my shift is over, anyway.”
“Then how much time do you have off?” Sara asked, hoping it would be more than one day.
“Normally, we do three on and four off,” Adam explained. “Under the circumstances I can probably take a little more time off than that.”
“No. I don’t want you to jeopardize your job. Besides, do you actually believe a few days will be long enough to solve these crimes?”
A shiver skittered up her spine when Adam looked straight into her eyes and said, “No. I’ll be surprised if we ever figure everything out.”
Sara was fighting tears when he added, “But I’ll look out for you as long as you’re in danger. I promise.”
* * *
Adam already had firefighting gear with him in case of an emergency callback so he was able to arrange the scheduling change by phone.
He glanced over at Sara, seated beside him in the cab of his pickup. “It’s all set. We can leave right away.”
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