My Private Detective. Rebecca Winters
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terrific guy is still out there searching for you.”
“I hope.” The breakup with Jeff had taken its toll. But even worse was Dana’s imprisonment, which had robbed Heidi of any potential for happiness.
“With your looks, are you kidding?”
“It’s nice of you to say that, Carol.”
“I only speak the truth.” She sighed. “Okay. You must’ve had a reason to come in here when school’s already out for the day.”
Heidi nodded. “I’d like to sign up for the night class being held in my room.”
She rolled her eyes. “You and a thousand others.”
“Really?”
“We’ve got a genuine VIP teaching this term.”
“Sheila told me it was a Mr. Mcfarlane.”
“It’s the Daniel Mcfarlane. He retired last year as head of Homicide at the San Diego Police Department. The man has more commendations than a five-star general.
“His daughter’s on the community-ed board, so we were the only school in this city lucky enough to get him to teach a criminology class. It’s a one-time deal. Everyone’s been trying to get in.
“The bad news is, he stipulated ten people max. Those spots filled up within five minutes. Sorry.”
CHAPTER TWO
THE CLASS WAS FULL!
Heidi couldn’t believe how upset she was by the news. All day she’d been counting on being able to attend. The more she’d thought about it, the more she’d realized this was exactly what she needed if she wanted to learn how to investigate a crime.
According to Carol, it was the only criminology class being taught in the entire school district. She must have moaned aloud because the other woman said, “I wish I didn’t have to turn you down. However, I do have an idea…”
“I think I have the same idea, Carol, but it wouldn’t be fair to hang around in my room tonight on the pretext that I’ve got work to do.”
“Then just talk to him before class. Ask him if he’d consider letting in one more. You never know.”
Yes, she decided. That was exactly what she’d do. “You’re right. I’ll try it. Thanks.”
Back in her room, she cleaned the board and set up the chairs in a semicircle for the night class. Then she left school and hurried home to eat and get ready to come back.
At quarter after six, she pulled into the school’s parking lot and rushed into the building again.
She didn’t want Mr. Mcfarlane to know it was her classroom he was using, since she didn’t want to put any undue pressure on him. Her plan was to wait in the hall until he showed up. At that point she’d prevail on him to let her be part of his group. If he agreed, she’d tell him how she’d found out about the night class.
A few people had entered the building ahead of her. Heidi walked past the main office to the west wing but slowed down when she saw that her door was already open.
She checked her watch. The man was forty minutes early for his class. If he’d come ahead of time to prepare, he might not like being disturbed.
After a slight hesitation, she peered around the edge of the door. Her eyes widened in surprise as she saw a rugged-looking man in his midthirties writing something on the board. He had to be six foot two or three, with wavy dark-brown hair cut fairly short. The navy business suit, toned with a royal blue shirt, couldn’t disguise his hard-muscled physique.
Heidi found herself staring at him in fascination.
He couldn’t possibly be the retired investigator Carol had raved about.
Her spirits fell. An older man might be more malleable. Heidi didn’t know what to think about this stranger.
Maybe Mr. Mcfarlane couldn’t come tonight and had sent a substitute. In that case, it was possible his replacement wouldn’t let Heidi sit in on the class. Then again, he could simply be an assistant and Mr. Mcfarlane would arrive shortly. All she had to do was go in the room and her questions would be answered.
After another minute of watching him, she realized how embarrassing it would be if he happened to glance in the direction of the door and saw her eyeing him with such frank pleasure.
Gathering her courage, she walked in. When he looked over, she momentarily held her breath. Between thick dark lashes glowed a pair of brilliant blue eyes the same hue as his shirt. They swept over her in guarded male admiration.
“Hello,” they said simultaneously.
He smiled and put down the chalk. “Hi. I’m Detective Gideon Poletti.”
“I’m Heidi Ellis.”
His narrowed gaze wandered over her hair and face. It set her pulse racing. “Your name’s not on the list.”
“No. I came early to see if I could join the class,” she said, hating that she sounded out of breath. “I guess I’ll have to wait to speak to Mr. Mcfarlane.”
“He had surgery this morning and won’t be able to teach for at least a month.”
“Oh, no!” She bit her lip to prevent the tears that threatened the moment he’d said Mr. Mcfarlane wouldn’t be coming. She’d been counting on this opportunity to try to help Dana, long shot though it was. These days her emotions hovered near the surface. There was little she could do to hide them.
The detective eyed her with concern. “I can understand your disappointment. Daniel’s a legend in this part of the state. Unfortunately he needed to find a substitute and asked me to do the honors. I could never hope to fill his shoes, but you’re welcome to join the class.”
“Thank you,” she whispered. “Thank you very much. Please don’t think my reaction had anything to do with you personally. It’s just that I was hoping he’d let me in. And then when I realized someone else had come, I wasn’t sure, and—”
“You don’t have to worry,” he assured her before she could finish. “Welcome to the class.”
Grateful for his willingness to add her to the group, she shook the hand he extended. Hers became enveloped in a strong grip. Warmth spread through her body before he released it. She wondered if he’d experienced the same tingling sensation.
When he let her go, he said, “Take any seat in the semicircle. It looks like the teacher who’s here during the day went to the trouble of setting things up for this class. I’ll have to find a way to thank whoever it was.”
“You already have,” came her tremulous reply.
He blinked as realization dawned. “This is your room?”
“Guilty as charged. That’s how I learned about the criminology class. Mr. Mcfarlane left something written on the board Wednesday night.”
His lips twitched in amusement. “What did it say?”
“‘Rule 1. Never assume anything.’”
“That sounds like Dan.”
“You know him well?”
“He was my boss until his retirement last year.”
She couldn’t tear her eyes away from the intensity of his. “If he chose you to replace him, then it means this class is very fortunate.”
I’m very fortunate, she thought. Maybe you’ll be able to help me.
“I don’t follow.”
“Considering his reputation, I’m sure Mr. Mcfarlane wouldn’t have asked you to take over for him unless he thought you were the best.”
“That