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“Why not?”
“Because we broke up.” My anxiety is mounting. I wrap my arms around myself to try to hold still. “Can you just tell me—“
“Sure.” The sheriff smiles in a way I don’t like one bit. “Why don’t I come inside so we can chat?”
That’s not what I want at all, but it’s pretty obvious the sheriff isn’t going to tell me shit while he’s standing on my porch.
I step aside to make way for his broad frame to pass. From the moment he steps through the door, he’s looking around in a very different manner than his last visit. Then, he could barely be bothered to look where I pointed. Now his eyes crawl across the floor, the walls, even the ceilings, looking for something…
Looking for evidence.
My spine goes cold.
“Is Gideon okay?”
The sheriff points at my couch. “Take a seat.”
I sink onto cushions composed mostly of dust and springs.
The sheriff takes a position in the chair opposite.
“So, you didn’t see or speak to Gideon at all yesterday?”
“No.” I shake my head firmly. “I haven’t seen him in months.”
“Well, that’s interesting.” The sheriff licks his finger and turns a page in his notebook without taking his eyes off me. “Because we found his truck abandoned about two miles from here. People in town said he was looking for you—you’resurehe didn’t pop by, even for a minute?”
“No! I didn’t even know he was coming! We broke up, and I blocked him.”
The sheriff’s eyes gleam, and he scribbles something down.
“What was the reason for the breakup?”
“He—“don’t tell him he cheated,“—snored.”
“He snored?” The sheriff raises an eyebrow.
“Like a pig,” I say firmly.
“And was it an amicable breakup?”
“Extremely,” I lie.
“Uh huh.” The sheriff writes something down that looks nothing like what I said.
“What was he doing here?” My heart rate keeps climbing without any end in sight. “You said he was looking for me?”
“Apparently so.” The sheriff stands, hitching his belt. “How’s about I take a look around the property? Just in case he got lost…”
The easy thing would be to say yes, to prove I’ve got nothing to hide. But I’ve seen too many episodes of Law and Order to let a cop search my house—not without a warrant. Especially not a cop who hates me as much as this one.
“I don’t think so.”
“Why not?” The sheriff’s lip curls like Elvis. “You got something to hide?”
Yeah—the edibles, underwear, and vibrator scattered around my bed.
“Nope.” I stuff my hands in my pockets as I stand. “I just know my rights.”
