noticed.” Her tone was dry. “Should your department be investigating when it’s one of their own officers accused of a crime?”
“No,” Zach said bluntly. “My guess is some of the pressure is being applied now in the hope the department doesn’t have to hand off the investigation to someone else. Which, in my opinion, should have happened immediately.”
“Well, it definitely hasn’t been. Detective Delaney—excuse me, Delancy—grilled me two ways from Sunday. And then he stopped by the store again today. He seems to think if he keeps circling back, I’ll either change my story or he’ll get me to admit that Antonio and I were having a torrid affair and I’m lying through my teeth because—who knows?—I’m protecting his memory. I haven’t a clue.”
He nodded. “Ms. Granath, I won’t ask you what you’ve told him, and I’m not going to tell you what I’ve said, either. It’s easy to be subconsciously influenced once you share what you saw with other witnesses.”
She nodded. “That makes sense. Please, call me Tess. You’re Deputy Carter?”
“Zach Carter.”
Her gaze became challenging. “Are you here to lean on me a little, too? Point out how much damage I’m doing to an upstanding officer’s career?”
One side of his mouth tipped up. “Never crossed my mind. I will tell you that Andrew Hayes is an ass.”
Her carefree laugh came out of the blue, considering what they’d been discussing. “In that case, unless you’re expected home for dinner, you’re welcome to share mine. It’s chicken in a wine sauce on brown rice.”
“It smells amazing.” Damn, he had to swallow his saliva. “Are you sure you have enough?”
Eyes hinting at amusement, she said, “Positive.”
He asked where he could wash up and she sent him to a half-bathroom connected to a small laundry and mudroom.
Tess had produced a salad by the time he returned to the kitchen. She’d set the small table by the French doors rather than the larger one in the dining room. Bright red tulips in a simple white pitcher sat in the middle of the table. A few petals had fallen.
“These were already in bloom?” he said in surprise.
“Oh, I doubt it. I assume they were forced. Truthfully, I bought the bouquet at the grocery store. I spoil myself by buying some occasionally through the winter. I grow daffodils and tulips, but not enough for cutting.”
They served themselves then looked at each other across the table. “I guess I kind of stuck you with company, didn’t I?” he said ruefully.
Smiling, she shook her head. “I wouldn’t have invited Deputy Hayes to stay for dinner if he’d dropped by. Or Detective Delancy.” Her green-gold eyes met his. “Do you know him very well?”
“No. I’m new with the sheriff’s department. I haven’t even finished my third week. I moved up from Portland.”
“What brought you away from the city?”
Zach hesitated. He should have thanked her for the invitation but then declined. He’d have to make it clear to her before he left that they needed to keep their distance from here on out—at least, until the review and trial. And that could be a very long, drawn-out process. Just the prosecutor’s decision to file charges—or not—could be six months or more away.
He was attracted to her, but shutting down anything like that wouldn’t be a problem. Yeah, they had some interests in common, but didn’t share anything close to the same underlying motivations. He liked turning a dump into a house, but not because he was creating a home for himself the way she obviously had.
As far as women went, he enjoyed sex, but only when it came with no strings. Nothing in his life to this point had made him even distantly imagine himself ever getting married. He rarely had a relationship—if you could call it that—that lasted longer than a couple months.
An alliance was what they were building, one that would ensure justice was done.
“I lived here in Clear Creek until I was nine,” he said abruptly. “Then my parents split up and...” He shrugged. “I’ve gotten to an age when I needed to figure some things out.” Like who raped my little sister and then strangled her.
“Oh.” Tess’s expression softened. He was pretty sure she wasn’t thinking anything close to what had happened. “Do you still have...? I mean, are your parents alive?”
“My mother is. My father...” Another shrug. “No idea.”
She went still with a bite suspended halfway to her mouth. “You mean you didn’t see him after the divorce?”
“No. He went one way, Mom the other.” Although he could have kept seeing his father, that decision had been allowed to be his.
Her eyes searched his. After a moment she said, “I’m sorry.”
Jaw tight, he nodded.
She started eating again and kept her gaze on the table, which made him feel like a jerk.
“What about you? Any other family to help you with your father?”
“A brother, but he’s in Alaska. In a pinch he’d fly down to help with moving Dad or cleaning out his house but, you know, it’s hard for him to get away and expensive to make the trip.”
Zach nodded, feeling awkward again. “Ah... Antonio. Was he a friend?”
“I thought we weren’t going to talk about him.”
“I’ll stay away from anything you saw. I would like to know if they’re going to be able to trip you up by claiming you’re not an impartial witness.”
“No,” she said flatly. “That detective tried. I knew Antonio’s name only because Lupe waved and said hello a couple times when we were coming or going. I nodded and smiled at him a few more times. I don’t even know if he spoke English.”
“Do you speak Spanish?”
“As someone who took it in high school, which was way too many years ago. My vocabulary has increased because we get customers in the store who don’t speak very good English. But all I’m capable of are broken sentences in a lousy accent. Oh, and I don’t remember anything I learned about verb tenses. I’ve actually been thinking of either buying a set of language tapes or taking a class at the community college.”
“Lupe speaks English, I take it?”
Tess smiled. “Lupe and I went to high school together. They let her take fourth-year Spanish, which totally destroyed the bell curve. Of course, she pointed out that the rest of us got to take English, which wasn’t any more fair to her.”
Zach laughed then looked down at his empty plate. “This was great. Thank you.”
“There’s a dab more if you have room.”
A polite man would say no. “Uh...”
