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"I'm not implying that you had anything to do with her death, ma'am. I'm just trying to find out information."
The woman continued to stare at a point just left of his shoulder.
"Did you ever speak to her?"
Her gaze didn't waver.
"All right, Mrs. Dobson. Good afternoon."
He walked toward a young man behind the counter. Widow Dobson's reaction had been the same as most women's in town. They wouldn't discuss the girl's murder with him. It was frustrating and he didn't know what to do about it.
A young man in his late teens looked up when Justin approached. The stitched name on his apron said Andrew.
"May I help you, sir?"
Justin needed a minute to let his temper cool off before he spoke to Megan. Starting a fight with her the moment he saw her wouldn't help his investigation.
He glanced at the counter in front of him and pointed. "A penny's worth of candy." He pulled the coin out of his vest pocket.
Andrew measured out the hard sweets, then dropped them into a piece of brown paper and twisted the ends together. "Anything else?"
Justin took the offered package. "I'm the new sheriff in town. About a month ago, a woman was killed and I'm looking into her murder. Her name was Laurie Smith. She worked in one of the saloons. Did you know her?"
Andrew's still-pimply face blushed bright red. He ducked his head toward his chest. "N-no," he muttered, his voice cracking on the single syllable. He cleared his throat. "I don't go to saloons much. My ma doesn't approve."
"You never paid for her company?"
Andrew looked up, his gaze stricken, then looked away. From the deepening of the flush on his cheeks, it looked as if the boy had never had the pleasure of bedding a woman. Justin shook his head. He felt old. Very old.
"Your time will come, son," he said.
Andrew's answer was unintelligible.
Justin glanced around the crowded store. Several women were having a lively discussion over a fashion book. A couple of farmers had spread out packages of seeds. He glanced back at the clerk. "Where's Miss Bartlett?"
"In the back."
Justin started in that direction.
"Sir, you can't go there. It's private."
He shot Andrew his coldest look. "Official business, young man."
That froze the boy in place. Justin weaved through the shoppers and ducked behind a curtain.
Megan bent over her task, trying to tally the number of bolts of calico she was ordering. They would arrive in plenty of time for the fall Harvest Dance. With spring and summer crops bringing in extra coin, lots of people liked to buy an extra garment or two. She wanted to be prepared.
But as she moved her pencil down the neat row of figures, the tiny calico kitten batted it away.
"You're not helping," Megan said, trying to sound stern.
The kitten looked up at her. Her pretty face was as multicolored as the rest of her, as if God had changed his mind about her several times, but hadn't bothered to erase what he'd already started. Her belly, paws and half of her face were white. There were blotches of orange, black and an intriguing sprinkling of tabby on the rest of her body. Her tail was ringed all the way up to the solid black tip.
"You should be as ugly as a groundhog," she said, picking up the kitten and holding her close. The little cat nestled against her chest and purred contentedly. Megan leaned back in her chair and stroked the little animal's soft coat.
"I see you're working hard."
The male voice shocked her. She straightened immediately, causing the kitten to meow in protest. Megan looked up and saw Justin leaning against the doorway of her office. The room was small enough without him taking up all the space. She scooted the chair back to put more distance between them, but the file drawers behind her didn't give her anywhere to go.
He was too tall, too broad, altogether too masculine. Her father had been gone long enough for her to have removed all traces of him from the office. This was her domain now; she was in charge. But just seeing Justin standing there made her feel helpless and fluttery. With his hat pushed back on his head, she could see his eyes, but she didn't want to look there. She didn't want to see his expression and perhaps know what he was thinking.
His scent came to her—the cool freshness of the sunny afternoon, the faint smell of her store and something else, something wholly male and wholly Justin. She recognized the fragrance. It had clung to her clothing last night for a brief time, reminding her of his kisses.
