“I imagine there would be. But it’s not really aimed at you.”
“Too close to shave the difference.” She lifted her chin and stuck her chest out. It was a pretty chin and a damn fine chest. “You gonna pull the trigger?”
“I thought we might avoid all that.”
It made her firm up her bottom lip into a sexy but very serious pout. “You could’ve avoided it by refraining from scoring jewelry shops at near 1:00 A.M. in my hometown.” She held her hand out. “You return that to me now and things will swing a lot easier for you, especially when I drag your ass before Judge Kelton in the morning.”
“Let me ask you,” Chase said, “what kind of antiques and rustic curios is Bookatee likely to have in this rustic curio emporium?”
She thought about it for a second, moonlight glazing her features. “I believe my cousin Ferdie once bought a stuffed gray squirrel dressed up like Robert E. Lee, with saber pointed skyward, astride his horse Traveler, from this here shop.”
“Holy Christ, why?”
“I never asked.”
A small tug in his chest grew stronger. He stared at her, really trying to reach deep and see what might be inside, what gave her such confidence and strength. But the mercury sheen cast against the side of her face faded as clouds passed by the moon, throwing a veil across her eyes.
“You’re by far the cutest cop to ever draw down on me,” he said.
“And you’re just another damn outlaw, though younger than most I’ve seen.”
Chase grinned. “And how many have you seen?”
“Including you and Cousin Ferdie, too damn many. But I reckon there might be time for you yet, to do the right thing. So why don’t you try real hard to follow the smarter course?”
“You’re not much older than me. How’d you become a deputy sheriff so young?”
“The sheriff is my daddy,” she told him, “but don’t let that fact fool you. I earned my way.”
He nodded, sure that she had. “What’s your name?”
That got the pout out again. “Why? You plan on sending me a postcard from Angola?”
He needn’t have asked. What with the Southern hospitality and all that shit, she wore a name tag beneath her cop badge. Shadow-obscured but still readable.
Lila Bodeen.
The klutzes inside the store knocked over something else with a loud ka-klunk. She said, “Not too nimble, your friends.”
“Not my friends either.”
“Well then, what’s a good ole boy like you want to boost a shop dedicated to improving the quality of life with curios anyway?”
“Trust me, I’ve been asking myself that repeatedly.”
“You’d think a smart fella could have answered by now.”
She wasn’t going to give an inch, which made him like her even more. “Why aren’t you at the hotel making sure all your traveling soap salesmen are getting out safely?”
“Somebody’s got to keep an eye on the town. Just in case some less than savorish types might be using smoke to cover illegal actions of one sort or another.”
A laugh rose from him as he turned her name around and around in his head. He smiled and tried to stamp a sweet expression onto his face.
She said, “I’m made of flesh and blood, not tinder. Those eyes aren’t going to burn me down.”
So much for the charm and wit being able to work wonders. He could feel himself moving toward her. She saw him about to take a step. She misread his intentions and almost made a break for it. He held his hands out palms up to show he didn’t mean anything, that he was harmless really, but considering he still had his index finger in the trigger guard of her.38, he figured he wasn’t exactly getting the point across.
The three-man string stopped short and stared at Deputy Sheriff Lila Bodeen. They didn’t ask any questions or run for the car or wait for Chase to say anything. They started talking among themselves and quickly decided they wanted to kill her.
They threw down the sacks while they chattered and Chase took a peek inside. He saw a lot of crap and nothing that might be worth the fifteen grand he’d expected from his share.
The string stood around arguing, discussing Lila’s murder like she wasn’t there. Saying they should give her a double tap to the back of the head and dispose of her body in the hills near one of the old abandoned stills. The corpse might never be found. Another wanted to tie rocks to her feet and toss her in the river. They considered which rocks might work best and which method they should use to attach them to her feet. Ropes or chains, netting or mesh. They still had some TNT stashed, maybe they should blow her up. One of them wanted to rape her first. Then all of them did. Lila kept her face tight, doing her best to force out any fear.
Chase sighed and shot all three of the nitwits in the leg.
It made her jump, which was nice to see. She glanced at him and he was tinder, burning. He stuck the pistol in his belt and disarmed the others while they rolled around in the street yelping and gripping their wounds. Blood pulsed through their fingers. He told them to stop thrashing so much, it would just make them bleed faster. No one listened.
They didn’t know his real name and even if they ever did run into anybody in prison that might recognize his description or skills, taking out these mooks would probably work in his favor.
He turned to Lila and said, “Okay, there you go. You just bagged a few more unsavorish types, cracked another gang of regional jewel thieves.”
“Not all of them,” she said. “There’s still you.”
“Start with these three. Your Judge Kelton will give you a medal. Town this size, they might even throw you a parade.”
“My daddy wouldn’t let them. He believes in humility almost as much as he does justice. I want my pistol back.”
“I hate guns. I’ll leave it and the others on the curb when I pull out.”
“You’re not taking the boodle?”
Christ, maybe he really was in love. Boodle. Your heart had to skip at that. “I wouldn’t be able to unload this shit anyway, they’re the ones with the fence.”
She cocked her head, studying him. He appreciated the way she looked at him, unsure but curious. She moistened her lips and the moon glistened in them. “You’re the damn strangest outlaw I’ve ever run into.”
He shrugged and backed away down the block. “Maybe we’ll run into each other again.”
“Stay in my town and you can count on it.”
Well, all right then. “I might just do that.”
He dropped the guns in the gutter, got in the ’Stang, and started to pull away from the curb. Before he could put the pedal down she was running for her cruiser, leaving the three geniuses still rolling in the road and clutching their legs. He thought it might be fun to get into a high-speed pursuit around here. He figured he could out-drive her easily, but she’d know these roads better. It would even it up, make things a little more interesting.
But no, that wasn’t it, she was going for the shotgun in the trunk of the car. Jesus Christ. He watched her pull it free and cock it once as he went speeding by. It made him grin and he thought she was smiling too, a second before she blew out his back window.
That was the beginning.
4
