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She’d had to agree. His stance was arrogant, his mannerisms insolent. He had a surly disposition, the reflexes of a rattlesnake, and an air of menace, which was a troublesome combination when being questioned at a crime scene by officers of the law. A more congenial attitude and friendlier aspect would’ve been beneficial to them both, but it was too late to advise him of that.
“As I said, I didn’t meet him until tonight,” she’d told Wilson. “But, honestly, I was glad to have him with me. The fog and all.”
They’d gone back and forth like that without her revealing anything of substance. She’d been relieved when they moved from her initial encounter with Rye Mallett to their finding Brady White.
“The people who attacked him left s
hoe prints. Unfortunately…” She gestured at the floor.
The tips of Wilson’s ears had turned red with embarrassment when he saw that any prints left were now smudged and useless as a means of helping to identify the perpetrators.
He’d asked a few more questions, then posed the one she’d most dreaded. “What was he delivering to you?”
“I can’t tell you.”
“Sorry?”
“To tell would be a violation of my patient’s privacy.”
Wilson had studied her for a moment, then said in a lower voice, “I know your daddy, Dr. O’Neal.”
Her heart had bumped, but she’d kept her voice cool. “Do you?”
“Y’all going to spend Thanksgiving together?”
“No. I have to work tomorrow. In fact…” She’d made a grand gesture of checking her watch and, upon seeing the time, had made a small sound of distress. “I need to return to Atlanta as soon as possible, and since my car can’t be driven, I need to be making other arrangements for getting back. How much longer will this take?”
Showing no sympathy for her time crunch, he’d stuck to the subject of her father. “When did you last see Wes?”
“We haven’t had any contact in a long while. Years.”
He’d poked his tongue into his cheek and continued to search her eyes for an uncomfortable length of time, then had turned away from her and summoned his crony. “Rawlins? Talk to you for a sec?”
And now, while the two deputies conferred in whispers, she and the pilot exchanged stares, and to her supreme consternation, it had been easier to withstand Wilson’s incisive gaze than it was Rye Mallett’s.
Seen in full light, he looked no more reputable than he had when he had her pinned to the forest floor. He had a rangy build, but, as she knew from experience, he was stronger than his leanness suggested.
His dark blond hair was thick and unruly and grazed the collar of his bomber jacket. No extra flesh softened his square and well-defined jaw, but it was dusted with a scruff only slightly darker than his hair. She couldn’t tell the color of his eyes because the sockets were cast in shadow by the overhead light. But she felt the hostility they trained on her. Indeed, if looks could kill.
What bothered her most, he wore his ruggedness and hostility well.
Wilson’s return came as a welcome relief from Rye’s glower.
“I sent a deputy out to assess the damage to your car,” the deputy said. “He confirmed that it can’t be driven. I’ve called a tow truck, but they won’t go out till daylight. You can ride to the department with me. Mr. Mallett can go with Deputy Rawlins. Okay?”
She got the sense that the question was asked out of politeness and not because her opinion of the plan made any difference. “Department?”
“Sheriff’s office. We’ll take your statements there. Get y’all some coffee. You’ll be a lot more comfortable.”
Having overheard the plan, Rye hissed an expletive. As coarse as it was, Brynn wanted to underscore it. “How long will that take?” she asked.
“Can’t say,” Wilson replied.
“There’s nothing I can add to what I’ve already told you.”
Wilson gave her a pleasant smile. “Maybe in the retelling, you’ll think of something else.”
“I won’t.”
