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of being caught.
Back-pedaling with a cell phone pressed to his or her ear.
"Well, I'll be damned. So you did make the nine-one-one call," Rick murmured, running the video back and riveting his gaze on the diminutive figure again. Tiffany had been right about the person's size, and yet she hadn't mentioned the phone. "I'll have to speak to her about that."
His talk with the deputy could wait, however. Right now, he had to learn if the outcry witness who'd made the call was male or female. So he picked up the phone and dialed dispatch.
"Sure thing, Sheriff," the man who answered said. "I'll look it up."
While he waited, Rick pressed his thumb to the bridge of his nose in an effort to abort the headache that had taken root there. He didn't have to wait too long.
"Sir?" the guy said when he came back on the line. "Our records show a woman made that call. She told the operator about the attack, but hung up when he asked her to identify herself and didn't answer when he called her back."
"I see." Rick blew out a frustrated breath. "Okay, Tim. That helps. Thanks."
"Yes, sir. Let us know if we can do anything else."
"Will do." Ending the call, he abandoned Tiffany's chair. On his way to his office, he couldn't help musing aloud over what he'd learned. "So we are looking for a woman. Interesting."
"Who's looking for a woman?" Jonah McKee strode toward him from the side entrance with a smirk on his face. "You, Sheriff?"
"No, not me." Rick shot him a frustrated look. "Unless you mean the witness who called nine-one-one when that guy stabbed Dirk Woodward."
"A woman? Really?" He lifted a brow. "Mitch told me about that case last night when he came by to see Colton."
"Ah, the new little one. How is he? What are you doin' here when you're supposed to be off on paternity leave?"
"He's just fine, and so is everybody else. I had to testify in the Mott case this morning, and it went well. Just thought I'd stop by and say hello on my way home."
"Nope. You stopped by so you could show off pictures of the baby."
"Okay, you caught me. I've got to show Barbara, too. She'll shoot me if I don't stop by her office." Jonah fished out his phone, pulled up his photos, and held out the device so Rick could see the little boy grinning up at him. "Meet Colton Jay McKee."
"Wow. He's a cute little fellow." Rick chuckled, even though a pang settled in the center of his chest. The kid had fat cheeks and squinty eyes. "Looks just like you."
"Thanks a lot." He laughed. "He's adopted, boss."
"I know. You won't treat him that way, though, will you? He's Aiden's little bubba."
"You're right, sir." Jonah put the phone away. "He's my little boy, through and through. I won't ever let him forget that."
"You're a good man, Detective. A good husband and father." He clapped Jonah on the shoulder. "Speaking of which, you'd better go home before your wife comes looking for you."
"Guess so." He blew out a weary sigh. "I love helping out at home, don't get me wrong, but I already miss the job."
"It's been three days. Forget this damned place, now that you've got court duty out of the way, and take the next two weeks to get to know your little boy and enjoy your family."
"Yes, sir. I'm going." Looking every bit the proud papa, Jonah grinned, shook Rick's hand, and angled for Barbara's desk. Halfway there, he turned around and called out, "I'll stay in touch, boss. Promise."
"You do that," Rick hollered after him, shaking his head at the detective's persistence. If Rick had a new little kid at home, he wouldn't set foot in this place again for as long as he could get away with hiding out at home.
His cell phone bleated just as he lowered himself into the chair behind his desk. He dug out the device and checked the display. Tiffany.
"Well, hello there, Deputy," he said instead of barking his last name into the phone like usual. "You failed to tell me our witness was the one who called nine-one-one that night."
"That's why I called you just now. I
Back-pedaling with a cell phone pressed to his or her ear.
"Well, I'll be damned. So you did make the nine-one-one call," Rick murmured, running the video back and riveting his gaze on the diminutive figure again. Tiffany had been right about the person's size, and yet she hadn't mentioned the phone. "I'll have to speak to her about that."
His talk with the deputy could wait, however. Right now, he had to learn if the outcry witness who'd made the call was male or female. So he picked up the phone and dialed dispatch.
"Sure thing, Sheriff," the man who answered said. "I'll look it up."
While he waited, Rick pressed his thumb to the bridge of his nose in an effort to abort the headache that had taken root there. He didn't have to wait too long.
"Sir?" the guy said when he came back on the line. "Our records show a woman made that call. She told the operator about the attack, but hung up when he asked her to identify herself and didn't answer when he called her back."
"I see." Rick blew out a frustrated breath. "Okay, Tim. That helps. Thanks."
"Yes, sir. Let us know if we can do anything else."
"Will do." Ending the call, he abandoned Tiffany's chair. On his way to his office, he couldn't help musing aloud over what he'd learned. "So we are looking for a woman. Interesting."
"Who's looking for a woman?" Jonah McKee strode toward him from the side entrance with a smirk on his face. "You, Sheriff?"
"No, not me." Rick shot him a frustrated look. "Unless you mean the witness who called nine-one-one when that guy stabbed Dirk Woodward."
"A woman? Really?" He lifted a brow. "Mitch told me about that case last night when he came by to see Colton."
"Ah, the new little one. How is he? What are you doin' here when you're supposed to be off on paternity leave?"
"He's just fine, and so is everybody else. I had to testify in the Mott case this morning, and it went well. Just thought I'd stop by and say hello on my way home."
"Nope. You stopped by so you could show off pictures of the baby."
"Okay, you caught me. I've got to show Barbara, too. She'll shoot me if I don't stop by her office." Jonah fished out his phone, pulled up his photos, and held out the device so Rick could see the little boy grinning up at him. "Meet Colton Jay McKee."
"Wow. He's a cute little fellow." Rick chuckled, even though a pang settled in the center of his chest. The kid had fat cheeks and squinty eyes. "Looks just like you."
"Thanks a lot." He laughed. "He's adopted, boss."
"I know. You won't treat him that way, though, will you? He's Aiden's little bubba."
"You're right, sir." Jonah put the phone away. "He's my little boy, through and through. I won't ever let him forget that."
"You're a good man, Detective. A good husband and father." He clapped Jonah on the shoulder. "Speaking of which, you'd better go home before your wife comes looking for you."
"Guess so." He blew out a weary sigh. "I love helping out at home, don't get me wrong, but I already miss the job."
"It's been three days. Forget this damned place, now that you've got court duty out of the way, and take the next two weeks to get to know your little boy and enjoy your family."
"Yes, sir. I'm going." Looking every bit the proud papa, Jonah grinned, shook Rick's hand, and angled for Barbara's desk. Halfway there, he turned around and called out, "I'll stay in touch, boss. Promise."
"You do that," Rick hollered after him, shaking his head at the detective's persistence. If Rick had a new little kid at home, he wouldn't set foot in this place again for as long as he could get away with hiding out at home.
His cell phone bleated just as he lowered himself into the chair behind his desk. He dug out the device and checked the display. Tiffany.
"Well, hello there, Deputy," he said instead of barking his last name into the phone like usual. "You failed to tell me our witness was the one who called nine-one-one that night."
"That's why I called you just now. I
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