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overseas, so we know Bruce Carter’s statement won’t hold up when we push,” Sheriff Webb confirmed.
    “They messed up.”
    “Yeah, but unless we find Colt or any evidence, we have nothing to charge them with. We work this unofficially for now.”
    “No problem.”
    “I want you to patrol around town. Continue your regular duties checking on residents after the storm. If you happen to ask any questions about a car found off the road”—Sheriff Webb shrugged—“you’re just trying to help.”
    “Got it,” she told him.
    They drove the rest of the way to town in silence, both lost in their own thoughts. By the time they pulled up in front of the old brick structure that served as the Sheriff’s office, Savannah had come up with her plan. She climbed out of the sheriff’s vehicle and waved. He honked and backed out of the parking space.
    Savannah pulled out the keys to her department-issued SUV and climbed inside. When she started the engine, a cold blast hit her with the heater fan on high. She quickly switched it off, cursing. Damn, that had sent a chill through her entire body.
    But she knew just the place she could warm up and question the residents. Carefully she pulled out and headed down the street. Stores were open and there were even several of the town folks out walking, carrying shopping bags.
    Black Friday. That was what they called the day after Thanksgiving—the busiest shopping day in the United States. Savannah snorted. She hated to shop—did all she could online. There was absolutely nothing that could get her up and out in the cold to run around with crowds looking for sales.
    She pulled into a parking space two stores from the coffee shop since there was no space available any closer. She hurried inside and sighed in relief when the warmth of the shop surrounded her.
    People stood around talking. All the tables and stools were full. She wasn’t the only one to see the advantage of getting out of the cold by stopping by to pick up a cup.
    Savannah got in line and was surprised to see Clint helping behind the counter. She’d never seen him working with Sara before.
    Cecil was at the register and calling out the orders to Sara. Sara was behind the espresso machine, furiously making the drinks before handing the finished drinks to Clint, who put the lids on and called for pick-up. Amused, Sara watched the three of them. They functioned well together.
    Before long it was Savannah’s turn. Cecil beamed at her. “Hey, Deputy!”
    Sara looked over at her when she heard Cecil’s words. Her friend winked but went back to the machine she was handling.
    “Hi, Cecil. Busy day,” she commented.
    “Yeah, it’s great. We’ll make more money today than two months during the summer. So what can I get you?”
    “A large of whatever blend is the special,” she ordered, pulling out her wallet.
    Cecil waved her money aside. “On the house. Just give me a minute.”
    Savannah thanked him and stood off to the side so that the next person in line could order.
    While she waited, she watched as Sara rubbed against Clint while passing him a drink. Clint grinned and when he reached for a lid, he brushed back against Sara.
    Savannah wanted that. The easy acceptance of a partner. Someone to come home to at the end of a long shift. For the first time in her life she thought she just might have found that person.

Chapter Seven
    Kurt stopped in front of Clint and Sara’s house and waited while Clint climbed into his truck.
    “Hey, man,” Clint greeted, rubbing his hands together. “Shit, it’s cold out there.”
    Kurt laughed. He’d been in and out of the weather all day. He knew Clint had been helping Sara at the shop all morning. But he had to tease him. “Getting soft on me?”
    Clint flipped him off before reaching behind him and pulling on his safety belt. “Soft, my ass.”
    Kurt shook his head and pulled back onto the street. He’d already filled Clint in on everything that had taken place