His Touch

“Still, I wouldn’t have beat him half to death.”

“Well, you ain’t me, and as senior partner, that was my call. Besides, with a do-good mayor running the department, thugs are going to take over the city. That’s why those of us working the streets have to take charge.”

When Wells would have responded, Stokes sat up straighter in the seat. “Dammit, man, she’s almost to her car and here we sit.” He slapped Wells on the arm. “Come on, let’s haul ass before she does.”

Seven

“I want you to ride with me.”

Jessica paused midway to her vehicle and peered up at Brant, but not before slipping on her sunglasses, hiding her amazement. “Whatever for?”

A muscle worked in Brant’s jaw, indicating he was not pleased at being questioned. He had a lot to learn about her. Ride home with him? Why, that was crazy. So was his overbearing manner, a flaw she refused to overlook.

She knew he was used to people asking how high when he said jump, especially since he’d worked for the White House. However, her situation was a far cry from Pennsylvania Avenue, and she didn’t intend to be told what to do at every turn.

“For safety reasons,” Brant said into the tense silence. “But then, you ought to know that.”

She ignored those pointed words. “What about my car?”

“I’ll see to that later.”

“I’ll pass, thank you.”

His jaw worked harder, which told her he was furious. Seconds passed while they stared at each other, as though waiting to see who backed down first.

“I’ll follow you,” Brant said through tight lips. “But I insist you take me to my vehicle, since it’s parked across the lot.”

“Oh, for heaven’s sake, surely that’s not necessary?”

“Do you intend to take issue with everything I suggest?”

Though his harsh bluntness took her slightly aback, she held her ground. “Look, there’s no one around. I’ll be okay.”

“Fine, I’ll get my car. It’s just over there. Meanwhile, don’t move. Stay where I can see you.”

Fuming inwardly at his high-handed treatment of her, Jessica had her hand on the door handle when she heard her name.

“Mayor, wait up.”

Jessica whirled around and stiffened. Wesley Stokes and Dick Wells seemed to have come out of nowhere and were making their way at a rapid clip toward her. Had they seen Brant? More to the point, had Brant seen them?

Of course he had, which undoubtedly had sent his fury up another notch.

Although she was not afraid of the two suspended cops, she felt her own fury mount. It took a lot of nerve on their part to approach her in the parking lot. But then, she wasn’t surprised. It was poor judgment calls like this that had landed them in trouble in the first place. This latest move certainly wouldn’t help matters.

“Sorry to approach you like this,” Dick Wells said without hesitation, though the rest of his entire manner was indeed hesitant. For an instant she almost felt sorry for him. But only for an instant. Of the two men, Wells had a possibility of holding on to his job, but only if she could get him out from under Stokes’ influence. Stokes was one tough renegade cop, who required close scrutiny.

“What do you want?” Jessica demanded before either of them could come any closer.

“We’d like our jobs back, ma’am,” Wells continued in a humble tone, his eyes veering off in another direction.

Stokes didn’t have that problem, Jessica noticed. His eyes pinned her as if she was a worm under a knife. If she weren’t mistaken, he’d been drinking. What a disgusting man.

“This is not the time or place for such a discussion.”

“Well, just when is a good time?” Stokes said in a demanding tone.

“With your attitude, never, Mr. Stokes.”

His face flushed and his eyes flared. “You think you’re—”

Jessica backed up, only to hit the side of her car.

“Take a hike, both of you,” Brant ordered in a cold, steely voice. “Now!”

Both men stared at Brant as if trying to decide if he was someone to be reckoned with. Apparently they thought so, for they turned without another word and strode off.

Jessica refused to look at Brant. She didn’t have to. I told you so would be written in every line of his face.

“Get in,” he snapped, opening the door for her. “I’ll be right behind you.”

Silently she got behind the wheel, feeling like a child who had been reprimanded, a feeling she abhorred and wouldn’t tolerate. But now was not the time to have a confrontation with Brant. Her home would suffice.

Twenty minutes later, she drove into her garage. Once they were inside, he didn’t waste any time. “Who were those guys?”

She told him.

He gave her a hard stare. “Do you realize they could have harmed you?”

“No. They might be stupid, but not that stupid.”

“Are you always this mule-headed?”

Jessica didn’t flinch. “Yes.”

For an instant she thought she saw a flash of humor in his eyes. That couldn’t be. If this man ever smiled, his face would probably crack. What had she gotten herself into?

“Well, someone’s out to harm you, Mrs. Kincaid, and it could very well be one or both of them. If I were betting, I’d say the big one, the one who was looming over you, wouldn’t think twice about doing whatever it took to get his job back.”

“That’s Wesley Stokes. If I have my way, he’ll be off the force permanently.”

“I think he knows that, which is all the more reason why he’s been elevated to the top of the suspect list.”

Jessica frowned. “It’s possible, of course. But I doubt he has the intelligence to pull off the threats. Dick Wells might be a different story. I know he’s computer savvy.” She paused and took a deep breath, already so tired of this situation she could scream. But that wouldn’t do anything. She simply had to get through these bumpy spots in the road, then maybe she could get on with her life.

“His computer expertise sends up a red flag,” Brant said. “As far as the Stokes character goes, I wouldn’t put anything past him. He’s street smart, the most dangerous kind of smarts.”

“I’m sure you’re right,” she admitted on a sigh.