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Authors: C.t. Adams . Cathy Clamp
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later. Really got to go now.”
"Okay, hun bun. Don't forget you promised to come over tonight and help me wrap tamales for Gloria's Quinceanera party and look at the dress she picked out. The kids have been looking forward to it all week. They keep complaining how they never see Tia Cara anymore.”
That made her smile and it made her whole face light up. "You tell Gloria and Raul I'll stop by after dinner, and give the baby a kiss for me. But…it might be a long day, so don't let them wait up if it gets too late." She didn't look at any of them, but she suddenly seemed very tired; weary— as though the weight of the world were on her shoulders.
"Eh. Paco wouldn't let them anyway. Tomorrow's a school day. Don't work too hard, Carita. You know how I worry. Call me later, sweetie.”
She pressed the cut off button and waited, her lips moving as she counted to three silently, then picked up the receiver, probably to be certain there was a dial tone. "So," she finally said after a long pause, resting her forearms on the table and meeting the eyes of each of them in turn. He might be imagining it, but she seemed to pause longer on him before returning her gaze to Lucas. "You see now why a dozen families from Minnesota can't just suddenly appear down here? There are only two newcomers in town today and I'd be surprised if you haven't already had your whole genealogy mapped out on the high school blackboard. A major move like you're proposing would have tongues wagging across four counties and people sniffing all over the place. You gotta understand, the demographics in this county are over forty percent retired. These people have nothing better to do with their time than speculate about anything and everything. At the very least, the people selected will have to have some ties to the area.”
Adam watched as Cara nodded her head toward him, without actually meeting his eyes. But she still didn't move her leg from where their thighs were pressed almost intimately along the entire length.
"Now, Officer Mueller here is actually a pretty good pick, because there are Muellers who homesteaded in Fredericksburg—a couple of counties away. There's a big German population there. I could come up with a creative excuse for him and possibly one or two others to move down, but a dozen?" She shook her head, causing a few stray, wavy dark hairs to come loose from the tight bun at her neck. "Nope. There's no way.”
"Call me Adam, please …sheriff." The sentence came out a little softer than he'd planned, causing a half-smile, but no comment, from Cloudsfall.
She looked at him then and her scent took on the light dusty scent of embarrassment. "Oh, of course. And I might as well be Cara, if we're going to be…um, working together." As though an afterthought, her leg finally moved away from his with a small jerk and she looked away to glance at her watch.
Lucas was staring at his nearly empty bottle while running a slow finger around the rim. The resulting tone was like fingernails on chalkboards and it was all Adam could do to stop himself from reaching out to grab his hand to stop the squealing. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, Santiago stopped and reached behind him to pull a worn leather wallet from his pocket. He removed a pair of twenties, placed them on the table, returned the wallet, and then leaned back in his chair. Crossing his arms over his chest, he looked around the table slowly, making sure he had all their attentions—as though there was any doubt.
"Okay, here's what we're going to do. Adam, you and I are going undercover …in a rather unusual fashion." At the trio of startled expressions, he elaborated. "See, I probably was the prosecutor for that man's grandson. I did a stint in both the DA and County Attorney's offices— as Lucas Santiago. So, my cover here is blown anyway. It won't take people long to notice the Minnesota plates at the motel, either. Will is right that I should have remembered how
"Okay, hun bun. Don't forget you promised to come over tonight and help me wrap tamales for Gloria's Quinceanera party and look at the dress she picked out. The kids have been looking forward to it all week. They keep complaining how they never see Tia Cara anymore.”
That made her smile and it made her whole face light up. "You tell Gloria and Raul I'll stop by after dinner, and give the baby a kiss for me. But…it might be a long day, so don't let them wait up if it gets too late." She didn't look at any of them, but she suddenly seemed very tired; weary— as though the weight of the world were on her shoulders.
"Eh. Paco wouldn't let them anyway. Tomorrow's a school day. Don't work too hard, Carita. You know how I worry. Call me later, sweetie.”
She pressed the cut off button and waited, her lips moving as she counted to three silently, then picked up the receiver, probably to be certain there was a dial tone. "So," she finally said after a long pause, resting her forearms on the table and meeting the eyes of each of them in turn. He might be imagining it, but she seemed to pause longer on him before returning her gaze to Lucas. "You see now why a dozen families from Minnesota can't just suddenly appear down here? There are only two newcomers in town today and I'd be surprised if you haven't already had your whole genealogy mapped out on the high school blackboard. A major move like you're proposing would have tongues wagging across four counties and people sniffing all over the place. You gotta understand, the demographics in this county are over forty percent retired. These people have nothing better to do with their time than speculate about anything and everything. At the very least, the people selected will have to have some ties to the area.”
Adam watched as Cara nodded her head toward him, without actually meeting his eyes. But she still didn't move her leg from where their thighs were pressed almost intimately along the entire length.
"Now, Officer Mueller here is actually a pretty good pick, because there are Muellers who homesteaded in Fredericksburg—a couple of counties away. There's a big German population there. I could come up with a creative excuse for him and possibly one or two others to move down, but a dozen?" She shook her head, causing a few stray, wavy dark hairs to come loose from the tight bun at her neck. "Nope. There's no way.”
"Call me Adam, please …sheriff." The sentence came out a little softer than he'd planned, causing a half-smile, but no comment, from Cloudsfall.
She looked at him then and her scent took on the light dusty scent of embarrassment. "Oh, of course. And I might as well be Cara, if we're going to be…um, working together." As though an afterthought, her leg finally moved away from his with a small jerk and she looked away to glance at her watch.
Lucas was staring at his nearly empty bottle while running a slow finger around the rim. The resulting tone was like fingernails on chalkboards and it was all Adam could do to stop himself from reaching out to grab his hand to stop the squealing. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, Santiago stopped and reached behind him to pull a worn leather wallet from his pocket. He removed a pair of twenties, placed them on the table, returned the wallet, and then leaned back in his chair. Crossing his arms over his chest, he looked around the table slowly, making sure he had all their attentions—as though there was any doubt.
"Okay, here's what we're going to do. Adam, you and I are going undercover …in a rather unusual fashion." At the trio of startled expressions, he elaborated. "See, I probably was the prosecutor for that man's grandson. I did a stint in both the DA and County Attorney's offices— as Lucas Santiago. So, my cover here is blown anyway. It won't take people long to notice the Minnesota plates at the motel, either. Will is right that I should have remembered how
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