cousin and former law partner.

“This is Ms. Smith,” Reid said. “Flame Smith, from

Wilmington.”

“Major Bryant,” she said, offering a firm handshake.

Up close, she was still gorgeous, if not quite as young

as her flowing hair, slender figure and tight jeans implied

at first glance. There were laugh lines around her wide

mouth and small crinkles radiated from eyes as green

as the snug sweater she wore beneath a beige leather

jacket.

“What can I do for y’all?” he asked when they were

seated.

Reid leaned forward. “That man, the one with his

legs in one place and his body in another—has he been

identified yet?”

“Why do you ask?”

“Because my client has been missing for over a week

now and he fits the general description that’s been re-

leased to the media.”

Dwight frowned. “I thought you said Ms. Smith here

is your client.”

“Actually, I’m his client’s girlfriend,” said the redhead

in a smoky voice that seemed to have Reid enthralled.

“We were supposed to meet here in Dobbs this week

for his divorce settlement, but he never showed up and

I can’t find anyone who’s seen him lately. It’s weird to

think it might be Buck you’ve found, but if it is—”

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“I see,” said Dwight. “Does he have any identifying

marks that you know of?”

“Identifying marks?”

“Like a tattoo or scars or something?” Reid said help-

fully.

Flame Smith shook her head.

“Wait a minute!” said Reid. “Isn’t he missing the tip

of one of his fingers?”

“That’s right!” She held up a beautifully manicured

finger. Her long nails were painted a soft coral. “His

right index finger. It got caught in a piece of farm equip-

ment when he was a teenager.”

They looked at Dwight expectantly. The big deputy

frowned as he leafed through the file on the body. “The

right hand we found is missing the tip of the index fin-

ger, but it’s also missing some other joints.”

Flame Smith winced, but she did not go dramatic on

them. Dwight had the impression that this was a woman

who could, when necessary keep her emotions in check,

but he was willing to bet she could also take advantage

of a redhead’s reputation for a blazing tongue and tem-

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