An Officer and a Maverick

“But, Anderson—”

“No.” He raised his voice then glanced toward the stairs, clearly concerned he’d wake someone. “Child custody cases aren’t Dad’s field of expertise. If Mom found out, she’d get attached to the idea. You know how much she wants more grandkids. And if I lose, not seeing her grandchild would break her heart. I can’t do that to them, Lani, not unless it goes my way and I get visitation rights. You promised not to say anything.”

“And I won’t.” She put her hand on his arm and met his gaze. “No one is going to find out from me.”

“Okay.” He nodded. “I really appreciate this. And I owe you one.”

“I think you’re on the hook for more than one,” she teased. “Going to jail for you should count more than that. I’m thinking you should give me whatever I want for the rest of my life.”

He grinned. “Don’t push your luck, little sister.”

“I’d never dream of it.”

“Seriously, kid, I hope spending the night in the slammer wasn’t too bad.”

“It was really hideous. I don’t care what they say about orange being the new black, it’s just not my color. And don’t even get me started on the food and those mattresses—”

He reached over and yanked her ponytail. “You definitely have a flair for the dramatic. And while it’s very entertaining, we need to get to the ranch.”

“Right.”

Why did she have to go and bring up the mattress where she’d slept with Russ Campbell? Kissing him was a highlight. Being in his arms had a very high degree of awesomeness. She almost wished he would decide to press charges. That would mean he’d have to speak to her again.

The chances were slim to none that he would drop by the Ace in the Hole while she was working, so her best hope of seeing Detective Dreamy again was to break the law.

And she really wanted to see him again...

Chapter Four (#ulink_79bc34ce-8f0c-5d67-95e7-955e36553b16)

September 1

Russ Campbell pulled his truck to a stop in front of the Rust Creek Falls sheriff’s office. It was impossible to step foot in this building without remembering the night he’d held Lani Dalton in his arms. He’d broken so many rules to have her and, God help him, it had been everything he’d dreamed about. Then he’d found out that she’d stolen his keys, deliberately locking them both in.

The next morning when the sheriff’s office dispatcher had cleaned up the cell, she’d found them under the mattress. It was clear and irrefutable evidence that she’d made a fool of him. It wasn’t the first time a woman had done that, but he vowed it would be the last.

Unfortunately, Lani was still keeping him up nights. He told himself it was because of trying to figure out what she’d really been up to the night of the Fourth. The truth ran more along the lines of he ached to touch her again. He hated himself for it, but every time something brought him to Rust Creek Falls, he had a devil of a time resisting the urge to stop by the Ace in the Hole to see her. For him it came under the heading of borrowing trouble, and that was never smart.

He got out of the truck and went into the building. Since Gage was still trying to fill the deputy position and the dispatcher had gone home at five, no one was in the main room. He walked over to the office Gage used and saw the door was open. The sheriff was behind his desk, poring over paperwork.

“Knock, knock.” Russ rapped his knuckles on the open door.

The other man looked up. “Russ. Thanks for coming by.”

“No problem. You said it was important.”

“That’s right.” Gage tossed his pen on top of the papers. “Have a seat.”

He grabbed a metal chair from against the wall and pulled it over. “What’s up?”

“Folks here in town are still unnerved about what happened on the Fourth of July. Everyone I talked to swears they weren’t drinking hard liquor that night but ended up drunk as a skunk.”

“Yeah. Not long after that night, Will Clifton paid me a visit while I was at the precinct in Kalispell. He knows I fill in here and wanted to talk to me, said he believed that someone had spiked his wife’s punch. But lots of people were three sheets to the wind that night, and he asked if I believed something was put right in the punch bowl.”

“What did you tell him?” Gage asked.

“That I hadn’t come to any conclusion yet.” Russ rubbed a hand across his neck. “But when I’m here, folks still bring it up. I also spoke with Claire Wyatt and her husband, Levi. Both said they were acting out of character after drinking the punch. What you just said is pretty much the same thing I keep hearing.”

It’s what Lani had told him that night, but he’d assumed she was lying. That hadn’t made a bit of difference to him in how much he’d wanted her. How dumb did that make him? Definitely not using his head.

“Yeah, I read your reports. Very thorough.”

“The only common denominator I can see is the wedding punch. It was most likely spiked.”

Gage nodded. “That’s what I think, too. But we can’t prove it. By the time the dust settled, all the evidence was poured out and washed up. There was no point in taking samples from people affected because it was out of their system by then. So we’ve got zero to go on.”

“And the more time that passes, the harder it is to get at the truth.” Russ knew from working numerous cases that the sooner a crime scene was cordoned off and investigated, the better chance there was of finding evidence and solving the case.

“You’re right about that. In two months I’ve made no progress on the investigation. But Labor Day is next week. Halloween is coming. There will be kids’ parties and adult get-togethers, usually some kind of a community event. People are worried that it could happen again.”

“I can see why folks are skittish,” Russ agreed.

“The thing is, I’m still short a deputy since the last one left to take a job in Helena.”

“Big city has bigger problems.”

Gage’s gaze narrowed on him. “Is that the voice of experience?”

“Yeah.”

“Want to talk about it?”

“No.” Russ wanted to forget about the fact that he’d worked with some really good cops, but not one of them had his back when he needed it most.

“Okay, then.” Gage leaned back in his chair. “In case you were wondering, I didn’t call you here just to vent about this mess.”

“Didn’t think so.”

Russ had known this man since high school. His parents grew and sold hay to ranches in the areas surrounding Boulder Junction and Rust Creek Falls. Russ had helped deliver it. At the Christensen ranch, Gage always helped him unload the bales and they’d hit it off. Ever since, he’d considered the sheriff a good friend.

There was worry in the other man’s eyes. It wasn’t unusual because he tended to be serious by nature, but the depth of the unease was reserved for really serious situations. Like the flood that had nearly destroyed Rust Creek Falls a couple years ago. And now this.

“I keep the peace here,” Gage said. “I settle disputes, break up fights and make sure folks are safe. Right now they don’t feel safe and are coming to me for answers. I don’t have any, but I damned sure intend to get some.”

“How?”

“I need your help on this, Russ. You’re a detective and you were working on the night in question. You know how to conduct an investigation and piece information together to get the full picture.” Gage’s mouth pulled into a grim line for a moment. “I’m asking you to do that now. Part-time isn’t enough but there’s no choice, what with your job in Kalispell, but I’d really appreciate all you can give.”

Russ didn’t have to think it over very long. He quit his job in Denver after blowing the whistle on a dirty cop there, and then it became too dangerous to stay. So he’d come back to Montana and applied for a position with Kalispell PD. Gage had given him a glowing recommendation and since he was in the law enforcement field, his opinion carried a lot of weight.