the display case, and raced toward the door.
Big mistake. This was not what she wanted. Katherine took off after them, heart heavy, as the detectors went off. The girls flew out onto the sidewalk. Another few seconds and they’d be lost in the thickly falling snow.
Kelly slung open the break room door. “What’s wrong?”
“Shoplifters. Call the cops.”
Trusting her best employee to make the call, Katherine hurried out into the storm. The blast of the cold January snowstorm struck her like a brick wall. She swiped the wind-driven snow from her face. Which way had they gone?
North, into the storm and in the direction of the high school, judging by the fresh sets of boot prints. The veil of snow thickened, and they were gone from her sight. Right along with about two hundred and fifty dollars in merchandise she suspected.
Great. Katherine dropped to a walk, lost in the swirling snow. It wasn’t the financial loss to the store that bothered her. Those girls were on a troubled path. The police were on their way, and it was out of her hands now. Too bad, because she knew how devastating the consequences of a single act could be.
Watch over them, Lord, she prayed. Those girls would need all the help they could get.
“They’re on their way,” Kelly’s voice called through the storm. “Katherine? Are you out here?”
“Yes, thanks, Kelly. Go back inside where it’s warm.” Too bad her toasty and sensible goose down coat was hanging neatly in the break room closet. She could really use it about now. Her teeth chattered; she was already an icicle. There was no sense chasing after the girls in this cold, not when she had no chance of catching them, since she was probably the slowest runner in the world.
Best to head back inside and wait for the—
A flash of blue shot through the thick veil of snowfall. The police? Were they already here? Talk about a quick response. Lights strobed dully, but the vehicle had stopped somewhere in the middle of the parking lot. Had they caught sight of the girls?
The beam of red and blue faded. Didn’t they usually leave those on? She couldn’t see a thing, the storm was whipping up into whiteout conditions. Then a girl’s voice rose above the wind just up ahead and Katherine rushed toward the sound.
“Hurry, Dad!” One of the girls’ voices rose above the wind. “We gotta get outta here right now. Uh…cuz we’re totally freezing.”
Perfect. The dad had come to pick up the girls, and she could fix this right now. Speak with the man responsible for his shoplifting teenager. Not that she liked confrontations, but this had to be done. She wasn’t sure what had happened to the police cruiser, but the slam of a door told her she was running out of time. Hurry. She could still catch them.
Suddenly, shadows materialized from the shroud of falling snow. She recognized the shape of a patrol car, the taillights glowing faintly red as it idled in the lot. She had a perfect view of the blue-haired teenager sheltered in the front passenger seat, but she couldn’t see the driver.
“Officer?”
No response, but the blue-haired girl’s shocked face filled the front passenger window. The vehicle eased forward.
“Officer! Wait!” She couldn’t believe her eyes. They were actually getting away? What kind of police were the city hiring? Men who covered up crimes for their daughters?
Oh no you don’t, mister. Sometimes it paid to be ultra-organized—although some people might call it slightly compulsive. She whipped her pen and notepad of sticky notes she always carried with her out of her pocket and ran after the car, squinting at the faint license plate numbers. Once she had them safely noted, she huffed to a stop and slipped the note and pen safely into her pocket.
The taillights stopped, barely more than a faint glow in the thick curtain of snow. Thank goodness, he’d stopped. Now she could straighten this out, even if her chest was knotted up so tight she couldn’t breathe. She really hated confrontations, but she could handle this.
How on earth should she handle this? If this was the responding officer and he was the father of one or both of the girls, then he was going to be upset, naturally. She didn’t like upset men, but then, who did? She took a steadying breath. Lord, help me find the right way—
Was it her imagination or were those taillights coming closer? Wait, the rear bumper was definitely rushing toward her. She stopped running, but her heel slid forward on the ice. She skated right at the approaching license plate. He was going to hit her.
Tires squealed and the vehicle stopped. She thudded against the car, stopping her forward skid with her hands against the end of the trunk. Her knee struck the bumper of the car. Pain shot through her kneecap.
A tall shadow of a man emerged out of the snowfall and loomed over her, as big as a grizzly. “What is your problem, lady? I almost hit you. You can’t go running at a moving vehicle. What’s wrong with you?”
She opened her mouth but no words came.
He halted, towering above her with what had to be over six foot three inches of brawny, powerful man. His baritone boomed like thunder. “Are you hurt?”
He was kind of scary, and her knees wobbled. She opened her mouth again and to her surprise a word actually came out. “Y-yo.” Too bad it was a word that didn’t make any sense.
“Do you need help? Detox?”
Maybe it was his judgmental tone or the derisive lift of his upper lip, but her shock melted away like ice under hot water. “Excuse me? I certainly have never needed anything close to detox. When my sales associate called 911 for assistance, this isn’t what we had in mind. An officer doesn’t usually help the perpetrators escape the scene of the crime. What kind of cop are you?”
Wow, was she being assertive or what?
“I’m the off-duty kind of officer on his way home after a bad shift. And that means I’m in a horrible mood.” He put his hands on his hips, emphasizing both the breadth of his iron shoulders and the shadowed gun holstered at his hip. “Now, why did you run at my vehicle?”
“I was writing down your license-plate number. I told you. We called in a shoplifting incident.”
“You’re not in any danger?”
“Well, no. Not since you got out of your car.”
If that made a dent in his one-track line of thought, she couldn’t see it. He was more shadow and substance in the heavy storm, and the snow didn’t touch him.
“Look, I’m a state trooper, not a town cop. This isn’t my jurisdiction. Why don’t you go back into your little store and wait for the proper authorities to show up. And stay away from moving vehicles. You could have gotten hurt.”
Wow, she didn’t like condescending, self-important men. And it had been a while since one had made her so angry so fast. “I don’t need a big strong man like you to tell me that. What I need is for you to bring your daughters back to my store—”
“Daughter. The other girl isn’t mine.”
“The blue-haired girl stole two collectible
