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Jackson’s investigation of the mayor.
Jackson frowned. “I don’t think she is. But hell if I know for sure. I knew her way back, Ted, when she was just a little thing. I’d hate to think she was involved with that bastard.”
“I’ll see what I can find. In the meantime, I heard an interesting rumor the other day that I wanted to run by you. We picked up an illegal a few days ago. Middle Eastern.
He’s suspected of being part of a terrorist cell operating in these parts. Says he spent a few days in Jericho back in the winter, hiding from the Feds. You have a Middle Eastern population I didn’t know about?”
Jackson frowned. Other than ole Doc Mustafa, there was no one.
“Not that I was aware of. Should I be checking for one?”
Ted sighed in disgust. “Naw. Guess not. The information just caught my attention as kind of odd. Just keep your eyes open, let me know if you see anyone odd.”
Jackson shook his head. He hadn’t seen or heard of Middle Eastern visitors to the area. Jericho was pretty laid back and off the beaten track, and since Nine-Eleven, pretty damned suspicious of everyone.
“I’ll see what I can find out,” Jackson nodded. “But I haven’t heard of anything through rumor. I’ll check it out though.”
“You do that, and I’ll hold Candy off from that visit she wants to make home.”
Jackson winced. He didn’t need Candy here right now.
“You do that thing there, Ted. Promise me for sure.” Jackson shook his head. Damn, Candy could throw a monkey wrench in his plan’s right fast. The last thing he needed was his baby sister finding out he was working with a woman, much less that he was attracted to her. Attracted…ha, that was a gross understatement.
“Good plan then. I’ll get back to you in a day or two,” Ted said decisively. “Later there, bro.”
Bro. Jackson swallowed his laughter. Ted only called him bro when he was put out with Candy, his little southern honey.
Jackson disconnected, frowning thoughtfully. He could put out a few feelers, check things out. He was pretty certain there was no place in Jericho to hide illegals without someone hearing about it. Newcomers stood out like a sore thumb and Arabics would definitely be noticed. Until then, he had a woman to woo. Damn, if he didn’t get back into that woman’s bed right soon, he would burst his jeans to hell and back with the hard-on throbbing between his thighs. He shifted in his chair, hoping to ease the pressure. He sighed in bleak acceptance long minutes later. No ease.
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Moving Violations
Chapter Eight
Jackson made his round of Jericho the next afternoon, watching the traffic and the pedestrians thoughtfully. There was no such thing as coincidence, he thought. The knowledge that Ted’s illegal had spent time in Jericho worried at Jackson’s mind.
Whittaker was a crooked, dirty son of a bitch, but a smart one. Jackson had been investigating for over a year now, ever since the death of the former sheriff, Jackson’s uncle, Tobias Montgomery.
Jackson had returned to Jericho after his release from active duty in the Marines.
Tobias had been distracted, worried, rather than jovial and outgoing as he usually was.
It had taken Jackson six months to find out that his uncle was investigating the mayor.
To that point, the county judge had drowned on a fishing trip, despite the fact that the lake was as calm as a pond and that Judge Morris had not been an old man. He had also been an excellent swimmer.
The sheriff’s office was staffed with Whittaker’s men, Tobias had informed him, men he had once counted as friends. And the mountains were getting damned dangerous to hike in. The amount of “hunting accidents” that had occurred over the months had whipped Tobias into a rage. Not two months later, Tobias was dead too.
Hunting accident, the coroner had said. Jackson wasn’t a fool, he knew better.
Jackson frowned as he drove through town. What connection did Whittaker and Ted’s
Jackson frowned. “I don’t think she is. But hell if I know for sure. I knew her way back, Ted, when she was just a little thing. I’d hate to think she was involved with that bastard.”
“I’ll see what I can find. In the meantime, I heard an interesting rumor the other day that I wanted to run by you. We picked up an illegal a few days ago. Middle Eastern.
He’s suspected of being part of a terrorist cell operating in these parts. Says he spent a few days in Jericho back in the winter, hiding from the Feds. You have a Middle Eastern population I didn’t know about?”
Jackson frowned. Other than ole Doc Mustafa, there was no one.
“Not that I was aware of. Should I be checking for one?”
Ted sighed in disgust. “Naw. Guess not. The information just caught my attention as kind of odd. Just keep your eyes open, let me know if you see anyone odd.”
Jackson shook his head. He hadn’t seen or heard of Middle Eastern visitors to the area. Jericho was pretty laid back and off the beaten track, and since Nine-Eleven, pretty damned suspicious of everyone.
“I’ll see what I can find out,” Jackson nodded. “But I haven’t heard of anything through rumor. I’ll check it out though.”
“You do that, and I’ll hold Candy off from that visit she wants to make home.”
Jackson winced. He didn’t need Candy here right now.
“You do that thing there, Ted. Promise me for sure.” Jackson shook his head. Damn, Candy could throw a monkey wrench in his plan’s right fast. The last thing he needed was his baby sister finding out he was working with a woman, much less that he was attracted to her. Attracted…ha, that was a gross understatement.
“Good plan then. I’ll get back to you in a day or two,” Ted said decisively. “Later there, bro.”
Bro. Jackson swallowed his laughter. Ted only called him bro when he was put out with Candy, his little southern honey.
Jackson disconnected, frowning thoughtfully. He could put out a few feelers, check things out. He was pretty certain there was no place in Jericho to hide illegals without someone hearing about it. Newcomers stood out like a sore thumb and Arabics would definitely be noticed. Until then, he had a woman to woo. Damn, if he didn’t get back into that woman’s bed right soon, he would burst his jeans to hell and back with the hard-on throbbing between his thighs. He shifted in his chair, hoping to ease the pressure. He sighed in bleak acceptance long minutes later. No ease.
36
Moving Violations
Chapter Eight
Jackson made his round of Jericho the next afternoon, watching the traffic and the pedestrians thoughtfully. There was no such thing as coincidence, he thought. The knowledge that Ted’s illegal had spent time in Jericho worried at Jackson’s mind.
Whittaker was a crooked, dirty son of a bitch, but a smart one. Jackson had been investigating for over a year now, ever since the death of the former sheriff, Jackson’s uncle, Tobias Montgomery.
Jackson had returned to Jericho after his release from active duty in the Marines.
Tobias had been distracted, worried, rather than jovial and outgoing as he usually was.
It had taken Jackson six months to find out that his uncle was investigating the mayor.
To that point, the county judge had drowned on a fishing trip, despite the fact that the lake was as calm as a pond and that Judge Morris had not been an old man. He had also been an excellent swimmer.
The sheriff’s office was staffed with Whittaker’s men, Tobias had informed him, men he had once counted as friends. And the mountains were getting damned dangerous to hike in. The amount of “hunting accidents” that had occurred over the months had whipped Tobias into a rage. Not two months later, Tobias was dead too.
Hunting accident, the coroner had said. Jackson wasn’t a fool, he knew better.
Jackson frowned as he drove through town. What connection did Whittaker and Ted’s
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