was an alley close to where I was talking to Mr. Gunderson … Did your deputy question him?”
“He hasn’t been located yet.” The sheriff slowly moved his hand away from the receiver. “What about this noise?”
“It sounded as if a waitress might have dropped a tray, and everyone turned to look toward the door. That’s when someone could’ve grabbed my suitcase.”
“By alley, you’re referring to that narrow walkway between Sadie’s and the bank?”
“I don’t recall what was next door, but it led to a parking lot.”
Nodding vaguely, he jotted something down at the bottom of the report.
Alana watched him, the enormity of her situation once again sinking in until she could barely breathe. She had no ID to travel, no money, not even a toothbrush, or a flat iron to straighten her hair. At least she had a place to sleep, she reminded herself before panic could take over. And she had her Rolex for collateral, though she imagined a place like the Sundance would cut her a break. Surely they’d help her arrange for toiletries or clothes or whatever else she needed until she could repay them.
“You know the people who run the Sundance, right?”
The sheriff looked up. “The McAllisters.” He nodded. “Good folks.”
“I was hoping …” She bit her lip. This was new territory for her. She wasn’t in the habit of asking for help, or needing anyone. “I’m going to have to ask them for some assistance.”
His eyes narrowed, the sudden distrust on his face quite insulting. “Such as?”
Alana cleared her throat. “I don’t even have a damn toothbrush.”
“Ah. I can help out with that.”
“Well, I’ll need a few more things than a toothbrush and toothpaste. Look, I’d like to call the Sundance.” She reached for the phone. “You mind?”
He hesitated, then lifted the receiver and punched in a number. When it became obvious he was going to play facilitator, she leaned back, more than a little miffed. She hated being at other people’s mercy.
She hadn’t realized she’d sighed out loud until she met his probing gaze. He was wasting his time in this small town, she decided. With that cool, stoic stare he’d make an excellent big-city detective.
“Hey, Rachel,” he said into the receiver, and his expression was suddenly transformed. Jesus, he was even better-looking when his features relaxed. “No, haven’t seen him.” He leaned back in his chair again and went into what she now considered his telephone pose—one hand behind his head, biceps bulging, his broad chest tapering to his narrow waist. “Was he planning to stop by?”
That he was making small talk instead of focusing on her problem took a few seconds to register. Irritation broke through her admiration, and Alana sat up straight, tall and pissed. He seemed to get the drift, but instead of getting down to business, he held up his hand as he continued to chit-chat with the woman. Maybe Rachel was his girlfriend.
Finally, after a few more moments, Alana noisily cleared her throat.
Sheriff Calder’s gaze touched on her face, then slid past her without hesitation.
Good-looking, yes, but he sure could be annoying.
“I’ll be on the lookout for him,” he said lazily. “Look, Rach, I got a small problem here with one of your guests. What? No.” His attention shot back to the window and his eyes narrowed in frustration. “But I’m warning you, that crap has to stop. Those gals …” He clamped his mouth shut as he resettled himself behind his desk and picked up the report.
Alana didn’t try to hide her smile. She thought she saw a trace of color underscore his tanned skin, and suspected she knew what that part of the conversation was about. So the sheriff wasn’t impressed with his fan club.
He focused on the piece of paper in front of him. “Alana Richardson. She hasn’t checked in yet, but—” He frowned at Alana, repeated her name into the receiver, then fell silent.
She leaned forward. “What?”
“There’s no reservation under that name.”
“Yes, there is. I made it yesterday. I have a confirmation number right here …” No, she didn’t. She had no purse, no nothing. “Dammit.” She took a deep, shuddering breath and held out her hand. “May I speak with her?”
He listened intently for a minute, now holding up one finger instead of his hand, his impassive gaze flickering over her face. “She remembers now. You made a reservation for two, but that was for yesterday. You didn’t show up so she sold the room to someone else.”
“Because I missed my flight. But I gave her a credit card to guarantee the reservation.” This was a nightmare. A complete and utter nightmare.
He held his palm over the phone. “Where’s your companion?”
“What companion?”
“You booked the reservation for two.”
“No, I didn’t. She has me confused with someone else. I came alone. I’d like to talk to her.” Alana still had her hand out, and through gritted teeth, added, “Please.”
“That’s okay,” he said to Rachel. “I’ll take care of it. I’m sure.”
Alana watched him hang up the phone, her temper near boiling. “I asked to speak with her.”
“I’m sorry, in the middle of the conversation something came up on her end. But she told me that she’s completely booked. She has no rooms at all.”
“What am I supposed to do? Sleep in the alley?”
He smiled. “I don’t think that’ll be necessary.”
“You think this is funny, Sheriff?”
“No, ma’am, I don’t.” He didn’t seem the slightest bit chastened as he pushed away from the desk and started to stand. But the office door opened, and he stayed right where he was.
Alana turned to see who’d just wiped the faint smirk off his face. Two of the blondes she’d seen earlier walked in, very perky blondes in their early twenties. They were certainly full of smiles for the sheriff.
No cheery welcome from him, Alana noticed when she turned back to follow his reaction.
His mouth was a narrow line, thin and unsmiling. “Yes, ladies, what can I do for you?”
“We were hoping you’d be getting off work about now,” one of them said. “Doesn’t Roy or Gus have the second shift?”
He scrubbed a hand over his face and sighed. “I’m still on duty.”
“Oh.” She sounded disappointed. “When do you get off, Noah?”
His gaze flickered to Alana, who wouldn’t give up her front-row seat for anything. She didn’t
