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"We were hoping having a Breed check it out would give us a lead. " Harmony shook her head. Whoever had made the kill had been careful, and especially careful to use her M. O.
"It's similar to several kills across the States in the past few years," Grasse pointed out then. "Suspected molesters that law enforcement officials hadn't been able to gather proof against. We could have a serial vigilante on our hands. "
Or a copycat with an agenda.
Harmony lifted her eyes to Lance then, watching his head tilt, concentrating. What was he thinking? At times she could have sworn he was hearing something no one else could.
"This one is different," she finally answered. "The angle of the cut, the depth and the M. O. It's a copycat. "
Grasse's eyes narrowed as Lance shot her a warning look.
"Like I said, I know knives. " Harmony shrugged. "And I study the kills made with knives. Trust me, it's different. Your coroner will verify that if he cares to study the other killings closely. I don't know what you have here, but it's not a vigilante killing. " It looked more like a setup.
Grasse breathed out tiredly. "The coroner has already begun going over the other killings at Director Wyatt's request. He was the one who suggested the possibility. " Why would Jonas do that?
Harmony kept her head down, her eyes on the darker stain as she fought to make sense of the sheriff's comment.
"Are those copies of the crime scene pictures, Katie?" Lance asked then. "I'd like to keep them if I could; maybe Harmony can go over them later and spot something. "
"Yeah, they're copies. " She handed the file over. "I sure hope you find something. Bert Feldon wasn't liked much, but until he was convicted, he had a right to breathe. " If he was innocent, he had a right to breathe, though Harmony kept the thought to herself. At this point there was no way to tell.
"Did you find anything in his home?" she asked the sheriff instead. Sheriff Grasse shook her head. "It was clean. " She checked her watch then, breathing out roughly. "I have to head out, but if you need anything else just let me know. "
"Thanks again, Katie, and tell Ben I said hi. " Lance nodded as she lifted a hand in farewell and turned away.
"I'm ready to go," Harmony said as the sheriff moved to her vehicle. Harmony refused to look at Lance as she headed for his Raider.
"Would Jonas try to frame you, Harmony?" The question Lance posed didn't surprise her.
She opened the door to the Raider and slid into the seat. She pushed her fingers wearily through her hair.
"The hell if I know what Jonas would do anymore. " She sighed. "But he didn't make that kill. " He could, however, have ordered it.
Harmony remained silent through the ride back to Broken Butte, her head turned, her gaze trained on the scenery outside the window.
Being trapped inside the Raider with Lance was hell on the arousal tormenting her, and it made clear thinking next to impossible.
As Lance pulled the Raider to a stop in front of the house, Harmony jumped from the vehicle and stalked around it.
"I didn't make that kill," she informed him, the anger beginning to burn inside her. Anger and arousal, frustration and irritation—they were beginning to build along with the hunger that ate at her.
"I never imagined you did," he stated as he moved behind her. The house keys jangled in his hand as they started for the front door.
"And you came up with that one how?" she snapped, glaring back at him. "You think you're so good that I couldn't slip out of the house without you knowing about it? Trust me, Lance, I'm good enough to do it. "
"Yep. You're good enough. " He nodded, his expression serious, though if she wasn't mistaken she could see the amusement gleaming in his eyes.
"How would you know?" She snorted as they stepped up on the porch and Lance unlocked the door slowly.
He was too trusting for a sheriff, she thought. He should have been instantly suspicious of her, not instantly defensive.
She stepped into the house cautiously, her gaze going quickly over the entry way, kitchen/dining room and the lower level of the living room as Lance stepped in behind her.
"Security systems can be bypassed, Lance," she reminded him severely.
"But the winds cannot be. "
Harmony whirled around as an old man stepped from Lance's room, his bowed legs encased in deerskin pants, a black Metallica shirt covering his upper body. Long gray braids fell across his chest, and his heavily creased face stretched into a smile as Lance caught Harmony's hand on her weapon.
