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I do believe if we could get past the fact that we are completely at odds and opposites in every way, we could have a professional, working relationship.” She laughed.
“You have to admit he’s good-looking.” Katie playfully swooned.
“He sure is, that is if you like the strong, silent type, unless of course he is lecturing me. I don’t need another man to tell me what to do, I have Dad.” She looked at Katie. “No match-making.”
“Who me? I would never do that.” Katie crossed her fingers behind her back.
****
Later, Matt was watching the departing crowd and thinking about how smoothly things had gone. Dylan came from the other side of the park and stood beside him.
“Matt, I’ve been watching Brad Martin and Rick for some time. They moved their chairs close to Jessie and Katie and were staring at them all night.”
“As far as I know there’s no law against looking at a pretty woman. If that were true, every guy on earth would be in jail. I imagine many of the upstanding citizens of Blue Cove looked at Jessie tonight.” He chuckled. “She looked fine in those jeans. Besides, I was keeping an eye on them, too. The pastor has a thing for her, but he’s not the one I’m concerned about.”
“Brad sure doesn’t look like a grieving husband to me.” Dylan waved as someone said goodnight to them.
“It’s the pastor’s relationship to Brad that’s got me thinking.” He frowned after the departing pastor.
“Maybe I should walk the girls to their cars. I see Brad and Rick walking behind them. Do you want to come along?”
“You’re on your own. I have some work I want to catch up on before my shift is over, and besides I can handle Jessie better at a distance.” He grinned and shrugged.
“I thought you said Jessie looked fine tonight.” Dylan slapped Matt on the back and laughed.
“I did, but some things are just better to look at and never touch. It’s like my relationship to spicy food. It smells good, looks even better, but it gives me indigestion. She might give me indigestion, but I’m not blind.” Matt smiled and walked toward the station and turned to watch until Dylan caught up with the ladies.
The park was clear of people except for a few stragglers when he finally opened the door to the station and walked in. Matt noticed the newest member of the force siting at the desk. He looked so young, with his dark hair and his head bent over a book. Matt wondered if he had ever looked that young or had been as nice as this kid was.
“Hi, Matt, how was the concert?” Joe Collins looked up from his book. “It’s been a real snoozer here, nothing much going on.”
“It was pretty quiet in the park. We had only a few minor skirmishes, not bad for the size of the crowd. How’s your wife and baby girl?” Matt smiled taking inventory of the dark smudges under Joe’s eyes, his disheveled uniform, and his hair standing on end.
“Both my wife and I would be great if only our new little sweetheart would sleep at night.” His hand propped up his head.
“If anyone needs me, I’ll be in my office. I’m off duty in about an hour.” Matt started down the hall.
“Okay, Matt.” Joe watched him walk away.
Matt turned on the light and pulled Gina’s case file. He looked over the list of suspects and wrote on the margin next to Brad Martin’s name Pastor Rick and then circled it.
“What is the connection between these two?” His brows furrowed. “It’s not pastoral in nature, I’m sure. I’d even stake some money on that.” He tapped his pencil on the desk.
He wrote a new column in the file and put the pastor’s name at the top.
He started to make notes of observations, and what he personally knew about the man.
“Pastor, there are some things I would like to know about you. I’ll find out. You won’t be able to hide much longer.” Concentration etched lines in his face.
For the next hour, he pored over the time line and made notations in the case file. There
“You have to admit he’s good-looking.” Katie playfully swooned.
“He sure is, that is if you like the strong, silent type, unless of course he is lecturing me. I don’t need another man to tell me what to do, I have Dad.” She looked at Katie. “No match-making.”
“Who me? I would never do that.” Katie crossed her fingers behind her back.
****
Later, Matt was watching the departing crowd and thinking about how smoothly things had gone. Dylan came from the other side of the park and stood beside him.
“Matt, I’ve been watching Brad Martin and Rick for some time. They moved their chairs close to Jessie and Katie and were staring at them all night.”
“As far as I know there’s no law against looking at a pretty woman. If that were true, every guy on earth would be in jail. I imagine many of the upstanding citizens of Blue Cove looked at Jessie tonight.” He chuckled. “She looked fine in those jeans. Besides, I was keeping an eye on them, too. The pastor has a thing for her, but he’s not the one I’m concerned about.”
“Brad sure doesn’t look like a grieving husband to me.” Dylan waved as someone said goodnight to them.
“It’s the pastor’s relationship to Brad that’s got me thinking.” He frowned after the departing pastor.
“Maybe I should walk the girls to their cars. I see Brad and Rick walking behind them. Do you want to come along?”
“You’re on your own. I have some work I want to catch up on before my shift is over, and besides I can handle Jessie better at a distance.” He grinned and shrugged.
“I thought you said Jessie looked fine tonight.” Dylan slapped Matt on the back and laughed.
“I did, but some things are just better to look at and never touch. It’s like my relationship to spicy food. It smells good, looks even better, but it gives me indigestion. She might give me indigestion, but I’m not blind.” Matt smiled and walked toward the station and turned to watch until Dylan caught up with the ladies.
The park was clear of people except for a few stragglers when he finally opened the door to the station and walked in. Matt noticed the newest member of the force siting at the desk. He looked so young, with his dark hair and his head bent over a book. Matt wondered if he had ever looked that young or had been as nice as this kid was.
“Hi, Matt, how was the concert?” Joe Collins looked up from his book. “It’s been a real snoozer here, nothing much going on.”
“It was pretty quiet in the park. We had only a few minor skirmishes, not bad for the size of the crowd. How’s your wife and baby girl?” Matt smiled taking inventory of the dark smudges under Joe’s eyes, his disheveled uniform, and his hair standing on end.
“Both my wife and I would be great if only our new little sweetheart would sleep at night.” His hand propped up his head.
“If anyone needs me, I’ll be in my office. I’m off duty in about an hour.” Matt started down the hall.
“Okay, Matt.” Joe watched him walk away.
Matt turned on the light and pulled Gina’s case file. He looked over the list of suspects and wrote on the margin next to Brad Martin’s name Pastor Rick and then circled it.
“What is the connection between these two?” His brows furrowed. “It’s not pastoral in nature, I’m sure. I’d even stake some money on that.” He tapped his pencil on the desk.
He wrote a new column in the file and put the pastor’s name at the top.
He started to make notes of observations, and what he personally knew about the man.
“Pastor, there are some things I would like to know about you. I’ll find out. You won’t be able to hide much longer.” Concentration etched lines in his face.
For the next hour, he pored over the time line and made notations in the case file. There
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