Flashback

shift. So much for a day off-he was going back on duty, starting now.

He turned to go back inside the cafe and nearly bumped into Kenzie. “Sorry,” she said, flashing a smile that didn’t quite meet her eyes. “I’ve got to go.”

Huh. That had been his line.

“I paid the bill-”

He reached for his wallet. “Let me-”

But she put her hand over his and shook her head. “It’s on me. Consider it a very small down payment.”

“For what?”

“For what I owe you for saving my life.”

“Kenzie-”

“Thank you,” she said softly, looking into his eyes, making his head spin. “I’m not sure I said that enough. I am extremely grateful.”

Wait. That sounded like a good-bye. “Okay, hold on a second. Are you-”

Going up on tiptoes, she put a hand to his chest, leaned in and kissed him on the jaw. She added a smile to the mix, one that went all the way to her eyes this time as she touched her fingers to her lips and then blew him another kiss.

Then she turned and walked away.

As he’d once done to her. “Kenzie.”

But she’d already gotten into her car. Where the hell was she going? She revved the engine and was gone, out of the lot, perhaps out of his world. He stood there a moment, absorbing a barrage of emotions, starting with regret and ending with a surprising hurt, and then he shrugged it off and walked inside to say good-bye to Sheila. That’s when his head stopped spinning and it hit him.

Kenzie had stolen his file.

10

UNFORTUNATELY FOR KENZIE, the doggie convention was still in town. She tried a couple of B and Bs and got excited when a cute front desk clerk recognized her and said he’d stir up a room. But then he picked up his phone and yelled, “Ma! Get out of the room, I’ve got a girl!”

Kenzie shouldn’t have been surprised, since her karma was clearly still on vacation. She made the clerk leave his mother in the room and escaped. Back in her car, she sighed, feeling very alone.

She missed Blake.

And dammit, she already missed Aidan, too. Missed his voice, his smile, his touch.

How was that even possible? She’d just left him. She’d stolen his file for God’s sake. No doubt he was cursing her right this minute.

And definitely not missing her.

She pulled into the library and made herself comfortable on a large chair in a far corner, then opened the file. Almost immediately she felt an odd prickle of awareness, and then the hair on the back of her neck stood up.

She was being watched again.

She craned her neck left and then right, but no one in her immediate area was so much as looking at her. Behind her was a set of shelves, and she shifted, trying to see through a gap to the aisle on the other side.

Nothing.

Clearly she was still in the process of losing her mind. Determined, she went back to the file. Zach and Aidan had been thorough. There was a list of fire calls from Firehouse Thirty-Four over the past six months, five of them highlighted. The questionable fires, she realized.

The arsons Blake had ultimately been accused of starting.

Attached were details of those five properties: architectural plans, permits, a history of ownership, purchases and sales. Each had been plotted out on a map, and scrutinized up one side and down the other, including everything that had been found on site after the fire.

Zach had noted finding a metal mesh trash can at each site, and even had a picture of one, from the fire just before the one at Zach’s own house. As she was looking at it, her cell phone vibrated. She nearly ignored it until she saw it was the same local cell phone number as before, and she grabbed it. “Hello?” she said breathlessly.

When several people in chairs nearby glared at her, especially one older woman going through a stack of history books, Kenzie hunched her shoulders, mouthed a “sorry” and whispered “hello” much more softly.

An equally soft voice spoke in return. “Forget about it, forget about all of it, and go back to Los Angeles.”

Kenzie clutched the phone. She couldn’t tell if she recognized the speaker because the voice was purposely being disguised. “Is that a threat?”

“You’re going to be stubborn. Goddammit.”

“Who is this?” she demanded.

“It doesn’t matter. Just get the hell out of Santa Rey.”

“So you are threatening me.”

“If I said yes, would you go?”

“No.”

“Shit.” There was a beat of silence. “Okay, listen to me. There’s only one way out of this.”

“What?” she said, forgetting to whisper, receiving more glares for that. With effort, she lowered her voice. “What do you mean?”

“Your laptop was destroyed in the boat fire?”

“How do you know that?”

“You have backup.”

“What does that have to do with-” She went still as it hit her. She and Blake had shared files. Music files, movie files…they’d e-mailed and IM’d each other regularly. And once a week he’d send her a large backup file from his laptop so that if it ever crashed, she could just send him back what he needed. She’d done the same. She’d saved all her stuff, and Blake’s, in her Yahoo account. All she had to do was get to another computer. “Who are you?”

“Check the demos. That’s the key.”

“What?” Kenzie clutched the phone. “What does that mean? Who are-”

But she knew before she even finished her sentence that he was gone. But who was he? A friend of Blake’s? “Dammit.”

“Shh!” everyone around her hissed.

Yeah, yeah, fine. But the prickle in the back of her neck hadn’t gone away. She got to her feet and moved to the end of the aisle, peeking around the corner just in time to catch sight of the back of a guy running away. No red shirt this time but she knew it was the same guy she’d seen at the hospital. She hightailed it after him, but when she got to the other end of the aisle, she plowed directly into the librarian.

“No running in the library!”

“Sorry.” Kenzie stepped around her, but it was too late. Her helpful mysterious caller was gone. She turned back to the librarian. “Can I use an online computer?”

“You have to sign up.”

“Okay, where?”

“We’re closing in half an hour, and the computers are in use until then. How about the morning?”

“Fine.” She’d spend tonight going through the boat and Blake’s place for anything that could help her. Then she’d borrow Aidan’s computer-if he let her-or come back here to prove that Blake had been set up. Because that was the only answer she was willing to accept.

Someone had framed him, was still framing him.

And she was going to find out who.