Cowboy Cop. Rita Herron
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him to deal with what had happened in his own time, he would never have his son back.
And that would only add to the man’s already burgeoning guilt and destroy him.
Just as her own guilt had almost done to her two years ago.
* * *
MILES TRIED TO MASK the fear Jordan’s words drove deeply inside him. If he pushed Timmy, he might hurt him more.
As if he didn’t have enough guilt dogging him. As if he wasn’t already terrified his little boy would never be normal—or happy—again.
His cell phone beeped the familiar ringtone for Mason Blackpaw, and his fingers slid inside his jacket pocket over the device. Normally he ditched it for a few days when he came to the BBL to help, but there was no way he could turn it off while Dugan was loose.
“I need to return this.” Even as he said the words, he felt the censure in Jordan’s gaze.
“It might be about the case,” he explained, irritated for worrying about her approval. But dammit, he didn’t want her to think he didn’t care about his son.
“All right. I’ll spend some time with Timmy. Are you settled into your cabin?”
Miles shook his head. “No, and I need to talk to Brody.” He glanced through the window at Timmy, who suddenly picked up the drawing he’d made and crumpled the paper into a ball between his little hands.
Suddenly he felt Jordan’s fingers close over his arm. “You should tell him that you’re going to be gone for a few minutes. He needs reassurance that you’ll be back.”
His gaze was drawn to her slender hand. Her fingers were delicate, long, thin...soft. And they felt gentle, comforting. Something that stirred a yearning he didn’t have time to contemplate.
He had let Marie down in the worst possible way. Not just by putting his job first, but...by not loving her the way he should have.
And then he’d gotten her killed.
So he gave a clipped nod, then headed to the other room. Except for a stiffening of Timmy’s shoulders, he barely responded when Miles entered.
He approached slowly, concerned about startling Timmy, then knelt in front of him. “Son, I have to talk to Brody, the rancher who runs this place. You remember him?”
Timmy’s eyes looked blank, but he angled his face toward Miles. The sheer paleness of his skin sent another pang through Miles’s chest.
“Anyway,” Miles said gruffly. “I won’t be gone long, then we’ll settle into our cabin. And maybe we can take a walk to the stables later and look at the horses.”
Timmy’s little chin quivered, and the crumpled drawing slipped to the floor at his feet. He didn’t bother to pick it up or speak.
Dammit, he looked so lost and forlorn that Miles had to blink to control the emotions clogging his throat.
Jordan gave him an encouraging smile, then lowered herself into the seat beside Timmy and gestured for him to go. “Timmy and I will be fine,” Jordan said quietly. “We’ll talk for a few minutes, then meet you at your cabin.”
Miles nodded, although leaving his little boy made him feel as though he was abandoning him somehow.
Then Jordan looked up at him with those beguiling green eyes, and her plea to trust her rolled through his head.
Dammit, he’d been lost before he’d come here.
Whether he wanted to admit it or not, and even if he didn’t like shrinks or counselors or talking about problems like these head doctors insisted, he had no idea how to reach his son.
He needed her help.
Trying for some sense of normalcy, he ruffled Timmy’s hair. “See you in about an hour, sport.”
His gaze caught Jordan’s, a silent plea in his eyes.
She nodded, then walked him back toward the door. “If I need you before we meet up, I’ll call.”
He nodded, not trusting himself to talk, then stepped through the door. Worry crawled through him as he left his son, but he reminded himself that time was of the essence.
That Mason Blackpaw might have news.
So he strode out into the sunshine and breathed in the clean ranch air. Across the way, he spotted a group by the barn, another set of campers grooming the horses in the pen. Normally the smells and scenery in front of him brought instant peace, but today peace eluded him.
He leaned against the porch rail and punched Mason’s number. A second later, the detective picked up. “Any news?” Miles asked, not bothering to detail the subject line. Blackpaw knew there was only one thing on his mind.
“Nothing good,” Blackpaw muttered. “We put a tail on Dugan, but the rookie lost him last night. Haven’t caught up with him since.”
Miles cursed. “Can’t we track his cell phone?”
“Working on getting a warrant, but so far zilch.”
“How about a GPS on his car?”
“Dugan is smart,” Blackpaw said. “He had it dismantled.”
Son of a bitch.
“Can’t we crack his alibi?”
“Working that angle, too. Woman who stuck up for him is nowhere to be found.”
“You mean you lost her, too.”
Blackpaw mumbled an obscenity this time. “I mean she’s disappeared.”
A cold sweat broke out on Miles’s brow. Maybe she’d run off with him?
Or more likely...Dugan had killed her to cover his tracks.
Chapter Three
Miles paced the length of the porch, one eye catching sight of Brody’s pickup truck lumbering down the drive. “Dammit, I need to be out there looking for Dugan myself. He’s probably already killed his alibi and looking for some other innocent woman to carve up.”
“You’re preaching to the choir here,” Blackpaw said. “But you know what the lieutenant said. You’re too close to this one, McGregor.”
“Of course I’m close to it, but that’s what makes me motivated. Last time I talked to Hammond, he didn’t seem convinced that Dugan was guilty.”
A long pause followed, steeped in tension. “That’s another problem,” Blackpaw admitted. “With the Kelly woman’s murder, we both know there’s more to the case than we originally thought.”
“Don’t tell me you think Dugan was set up,” Miles growled.
“No,” Blackpaw said. “I think he’s as guilty as homemade sin. But—”
The sun slid behind a winter cloud, making the sky turn a hazy gray. “There is no but. He killed those women and he killed Marie.”
“But what about June Kelly?”
“We’re still looking into it.” Miles had no answer for that. Yet.
“You know, I did find evidence that Marie was seeing someone. Two men over the last five years.”
Miles chewed the inside of his cheek. He’d be a piss-poor cop if he ignored evidence and didn’t consider every possibility. “Go on.”
“The first was a pediatrician named Lamar Cohen but he’s clean. The other man was more recent. Neighbors saw them together.”
Miles swallowed hard. So this man had been with Timmy? Had Marie planned to marry him? Let him be a father to Timmy?
“What else do you know about him?”
“His