Small Town Justice

Jamie Lynn made a grab at his sleeve. “Where are you going?”

“To look for clues.”

“Don’t you think that’s best left to the professionals?”

“My dad taught me how to behave around a crime scene. Where, exactly, were you when the guy grabbed you?”

“Right outside my room.”

“6-B?”

“Yes.”

“Had you stepped away from the door?”

“I’d turned around to check the lock. You know, jiggle the knob to make sure the door was locked. That’s when Ulysses started to growl.”

“Good. Anything else?”

“Yes!” The excitement in that single word gave him added hope.

“What did you just remember?” Shane asked.

Jamie Lynn began hugging and petting the dog she still held tucked under one arm. “Ulysses bit him!”

She directed lavish praise on her faithful pet and began to coo, “What a good little boy you are. Yes, you are. A sweet, sweet boy.”

“Did he draw blood?”

“What?”

“Blood. Is there a chance the dog’s teeth broke the skin? Or was the man wearing gloves?”

“Um, I don’t think I felt gloves. It all happened so fast I’m not totally positive.”

“All right. In that case I’ll wait for a deputy. I wouldn’t want to step on the only drop of blood left behind and ruin evidence.”

“Shouldn’t you phone your mother and tell her we’ll be late for supper?”

“You’re still going? Even after this?” The incredulous look she sent his way provided the answer before she spoke. He clenched his jaw.

“Of course I’m going. I meant what I told you and Marsha. I’m not going to let anybody scare me off. If they’d wanted to kill me they could have done it a few minutes ago and you wouldn’t have suspected a thing until you got tired of waiting and came looking for me.”

“That’s probably a valid argument.”

“Of course it is. Now that I’ve had time to think about it, I doubt that the fire was meant to be fatal, either. When they couldn’t find me inside, I think they assumed I’d escaped and torched the house to cover their tracks.”

“What about the shooting in front of the old police station?”

“They missed me then, too.”

“Because it’s hard to fire accurately from a moving vehicle,” Shane argued. “That truck was speeding so fast it almost turned over when it skidded around the corner.”

“Meaning, you believe I’m in real danger?”

He rolled his eyes as he drawled, “Well, yeah.”

“Opinion noted,” Jamie Lynn said. She pointed toward the street. “Looks like the cavalry is here. If I get to know these officers any better, I’m going to have to start baking them cookies.”

Facing her, Shane grasped her upper arms. “Will you at least try to look scared, the way you did when you came running to me, so they’ll take you seriously?”

“I wasn’t running to you. I was running from the other guy.”

He was taken aback when she set Ulysses on the ground at her feet, straightened and held out her hands. Tremors in her fingers gave her away. She put on a good act, but beneath the unruffled exterior she was still plenty terrified.