she suddenly realized this was one thing she’d be better off handling by herself. As it stood, she suspected Brock’s motives for the abrupt about-face. After all, why would he want to work together with the woman who’d basically left him at the altar? Especially if—she shot a quick sideways glance at him—Shayna had been cheating on him constantly?
“Wait.” Without thinking, she touched his arm, nearly gasping at the sizzle that ran up her fingers straight to her heart. “I think I’d rather do this alone.”
“Of course you would,” he responded, the crease between his brows revealing his displeasure. Though he didn’t move, she could see him visibly withdraw.
Fighting the odd urge to apologize, she nodded. Good. Maybe now she could breathe. After all, there was no sense in letting him get too close. He might be the man who’d made her friend disappear—and still she was attracted to him.
“Look, Zoe,” Brock said. “Whatever went wrong between us, Shayna matters now. Nothing else.”
“You’re right,” she said. “But I honestly think this is something I need to do on my own.”
“Fine.” Crossing his arms, he gave her a hard look. “Call me if you need me.”
After a second of hesitation, Zoe agreed.
Once inside, she saw several people she recognized, more proof that life in a small town remained essentially the same.
“Can I help you?” a woman asked, her voice cool. Great. Agnes Caliburton from high school. She’d been part of a gang of girls who’d tormented Zoe to no end, simply because Zoe had been pretty.
Zoe pretended not to recognize her. “Yes. I’m here to see the sheriff.” In the old days, when Renee Beauchamp had run the place, Zoe could have just walked right in. Apparently not anymore.
Agnes stared, her expression hard. “Do you have an appointment?”
Zoe met her gaze and held it. “No. But I’m sure he’ll see me. Tell him Zoe Onella is here to see him.”
Agnes didn’t move. “Regarding?”
“Shayna Bell.” Crossing her arms, Zoe waited, practically daring the woman to say anything else.
Instead, Agnes spun on her heel and headed toward the back.
Leaning on the counter, Zoe waited.
A moment later, Agnes returned, the downward twist of her mouth showing her displeasure. “Follow me,” she said, lifting a part of the counter so Zoe could go through.
A few paces behind Agnes, Zoe kept her gaze straight-ahead, well aware of the curious stares of the half-a-dozen officers milling about in the common room.
When they turned left, into a short hallway, Agnes stopped short of knocking on the closed door. “Here you go,” she said, and beat a hasty retreat, leaving Zoe unannounced.
Fine. Rapping sharply on the door, Zoe waited until the man inside spoke before turning the handle and entering.
She stopped short at her first sight of Shayna’s lover, assuming what Cristine had told her was true. Blond and deeply tanned, he had the look of a Colorado ski instructor or golf pro. His sparkling blue eyes were friendly and his smile warm. Not at all what she’d expected.
But then what had she thought? That Shayna would cheat on Brock with a man who was ugly?
“What can I do for you, Ms. Onella?” he asked, his Texas drawl completely charming.
“Please, call me Zoe,” she said automatically.
“Fine, Zoe. I’m Roger.” He held out his hand and she shook it. “Agnes tells me you’re here to talk about Shayna?”
“Yes.” She searched his face for some hint of emotion at the name. “I don’t know how else to put this, so I’m going to be blunt. I understand you and she were...intimate?”
One corner of his mouth quirked as she felt her face redden. “We were friends with benefits, if that’s what you mean. But I’m curious. Surely that’s not what you came to talk to me about?”
Despite her discomfort, she held his gaze. “Isn’t that a conflict of interest?”
“In what way? Shayna hasn’t been charged with a crime.”
“Actually, I came here to find out what your office is doing to find her.”
“Everything we can, Zoe,” he assured her, leaning back in his chair with his hands behind his head. “We have a missing persons report on file. Our hands are tied. Shayna is a grown woman who told many people she wanted to get out of town. There’s no evidence of foul play or anything suspicious—”
“Something happened to her,” Zoe interrupted. “Why can’t you just consider that a possibility?”
He took a deep breath. “She never stopped talking about the fact that you did exactly what she longed to do. Not only did you get away, but you were living what she considered a glamorous life. I think she was envious of you. I think she left to try and make it on her own away from here.”
Damn, that hurt. “Glamorous? I worked as an executive assistant. Plus, even if that was what happened, Shayna would never disappear without telling anyone where she was going.”
“And how do you know she didn’t?”
He wasn’t taking her seriously and that infuriated her. “Because she had no reason to. Everyone she knew and loved is here. On top of that, her bank accounts haven’t been touched. I’m willing to bet if you checked, you’d find the same with her credit cards.”
“First off, we can’t. Shayna has a right to privacy just like anyone else.”
“What if her parents insist? Or Brock, since they were living together?”
“Shayna would have to give permission, whether verbal or otherwise. Since she did not...” He spread his hands. “We can do nothing.”
“She would have called me,” she insisted. “There’s no way she would have left without at least letting me—or her mother—know.”
“You can’t be sure of that. Zoe, the Shayna I know is a restless, unhappy woman. She was, whether you knew it or not, insanely jealous of you and your success. She wanted to escape this town, this life.” He shrugged. “That’s one of the reasons why the relationship between us didn’t work. I left Houston to escape the big city. I love Anniversary. She’d come to despise everything about it.”
Despite herself, she recognized the validity of his statement. “You have a point,” she grudgingly admitted. “But still...”
He stood, indicating the discussion was over. “I can promise you this, Zoe,” he said. “The instant we have any reason to think differently, we’ll expend every resource to make sure Shayna is found. But as it is...”
She dipped her chin. “I understand.”
The sad thing was, she did. But
