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Along with massive amounts of research.
“I tear apart engines when I’m stressed,” he confessed.
“Less fattening.”
“I doubt you have to count calories.” Kaden made a choked sound, as if he was shocked he’d said the words out loud. “Sorry.”
Lia pretended she hadn’t heard. Just as she was trying to pretend she didn’t notice the awareness that sizzled between them.
“Cream or sugar?”
“Black.”
No surprise there. Lia filled two heavy ceramic mugs with the steaming coffee and headed to where Kaden was seated. Handing him one of the mugs, she took the chair directly facing him.
He took a sip, eyeing her with an expression that was difficult to read. “Do you know anything about Drew’s accident?”
“Not really. Apparently, he was walking through an empty parking lot next to the church when a car lost control on the ice and hit him from behind.” She wrapped her fingers around the mug, trying to absorb the heat into her chilled body. “So far, there hasn’t been anyone willing to admit they were responsible. And there were no witnesses.”
“The sheriff is supposedly looking for any potential video of the crime.”
She blinked, briefly assuming he was joking. Then she shook her head in disbelief. “Tate is actually out in the cold, investigating a crime?”
“That’s what he said. My guess is he was headed for the diner.”
“That would be my guess as well.”
As far as Lia could tell, Tate spent his days strolling around town, convincing the citizens what a good job he was doing without actuallydoinghis job.
Kaden took another sip, his eyes a dark, smoky gray as he churned through his inner thoughts.
“It seems odd,” he at last murmured.
“The mayor?”
He flashed a quick smile. “That too, but I was talking about Drew’s accident. Don’t you think it’s strange he discovered a hidden body one day and nearly was killed the next?”
She wasn’t surprised this man shared her suspicions. The question was why no one else seemed to be concerned.
“I do. But what connection could there be?” She met his steady gaze. “If the skeleton is Vanna Zimmerman, Drew would have been a small child when she died. No more than three or four years old.”
“Do his parents own a farm or a business?”
“No. His mom works at the meatpacking plant and his dad is unemployed. Why?”
“I thought maybe Vanna was investigating them.”
“Even if they were being investigated, what would that have to do with Drew?”
“A warning? Retribution?” He heaved a frustrated sigh. “To be honest, I’m grasping at straws.”
“None of it makes sense.”
Setting his mug on the small, round table between them, Kaden reached into his satchel to pull out a stack of files.
“Let’s see if these will shed any light.”
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