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had been arrested dozens of times.
No wonder she took it so well, she’s used to it.
In Asia she’d been arrested for trying to bring seeds from poppies through Customs, in Japan—detained for inciting a near riot? Tanzania for disorderly conduct…. Kahtar rooted through the papers, quickly taking in the information.
The door to his office banged open in the customary Honor Monroe entry, and Kahtar opened his mouth to condemn, but then the tall blonde in question appeared and he shut his mouth in surprise. She stood in the doorway, in her too short dress, shoes with five inch heels giving her at least an inch on Honor Monroe who was staring at her star-struck, but following protocol.
“Chief Costas? Beth White has a driver’s license,” said Honor.
“And a lawyer whether she likes it or not, but apparently that was a good thing today.” Beth watched Kahtar with interest as she spoke, and he was careful to keep his face blank.
A voice piped up from the hallway behind her, Squire Tupper arriving for his shift.
“Well hello there! Are you Clan Huron?”
Squire’s curly red head barely had time to become visible before Honor shoved him further into the hallway and slammed the door shut.
Looking through the frosted glass of the door, at the silhouettes of the departing officers, Beth asked frankly.
“Who is Clan Huron? I’ve never even heard of anyone named Clan but apparently I’m her doppelganger. That’s who you thought I was too, didn’t you? When you stopped me for almost speeding the other day?”
“Don’t you mean when I told you next time I saw you I’d arrest you? Did you forget that part, Miss White?” Kahtar glared at her, but it didn’t seem to faze her. She smiled up at him and there was nothing sarcastic in her look. It was disarmingly sweet. They needed to get rid of her quickly, but suddenly he wasn’t worried about the attention that Beth could bring to Willowyth. That she might discover too much about them seemed a bigger tragedy, because if that happened, her life would be over.
“Being arrested for not having a license seemed a bit irrelevant once I got one—do you need to see it?” For a moment she fished in her big silver bag and then waved the laminated square as she pointed out. “Not that it matters because this was just an excuse wasn’t it? Were you so determined to find a perp this morning that you settled on me? Do you have a quota of dangerous criminals to fill? I am being the bigger person here, Chief Costas. I hope you realize that. I’m not into frivolous lawsuits but, I assure you, Sherman Kelts exists for them. That is who I called with my one phone call, and now I’m going to have to deal with him. So the way I see it, it is only fair that you have to deal with me, as this whole thing is your fault.” She crossed the room and took a seat in front of his desk.
“What are you doing?”
“I want to speak with you. You owe me that much. Your officers were actually going to send me to County Jail!” Crossing her long legs she dropped her purse onto the floor where it tipped and several items spilled out.
Standing beside the door Kahtar tried to ignore the images that Beth’s heart stirred within his own. Safe Harbor, Warm Shelter, Home Plate. Resting his hand on the door handle he reminded himself that she needed to leave. Beth White didn’t belong. In his peripheral vision he saw she was looking at the half dozen artfully arranged doughnuts on the plate at the edge of his desk and she glanced at him doubtfully, looking back at the plate, and at him a second time.
“I’m busy,” he told her. “You can take your license and leave. I apologize for your inconvenience.”
“You’re not busy, and that was the most insincere apology I’ve ever heard.”
“What do you want?”
Beth looked at the computer screens and smiled. They were all covered with images from his morning search. He’d forgotten about them. She’d driven the past completely
No wonder she took it so well, she’s used to it.
In Asia she’d been arrested for trying to bring seeds from poppies through Customs, in Japan—detained for inciting a near riot? Tanzania for disorderly conduct…. Kahtar rooted through the papers, quickly taking in the information.
The door to his office banged open in the customary Honor Monroe entry, and Kahtar opened his mouth to condemn, but then the tall blonde in question appeared and he shut his mouth in surprise. She stood in the doorway, in her too short dress, shoes with five inch heels giving her at least an inch on Honor Monroe who was staring at her star-struck, but following protocol.
“Chief Costas? Beth White has a driver’s license,” said Honor.
“And a lawyer whether she likes it or not, but apparently that was a good thing today.” Beth watched Kahtar with interest as she spoke, and he was careful to keep his face blank.
A voice piped up from the hallway behind her, Squire Tupper arriving for his shift.
“Well hello there! Are you Clan Huron?”
Squire’s curly red head barely had time to become visible before Honor shoved him further into the hallway and slammed the door shut.
Looking through the frosted glass of the door, at the silhouettes of the departing officers, Beth asked frankly.
“Who is Clan Huron? I’ve never even heard of anyone named Clan but apparently I’m her doppelganger. That’s who you thought I was too, didn’t you? When you stopped me for almost speeding the other day?”
“Don’t you mean when I told you next time I saw you I’d arrest you? Did you forget that part, Miss White?” Kahtar glared at her, but it didn’t seem to faze her. She smiled up at him and there was nothing sarcastic in her look. It was disarmingly sweet. They needed to get rid of her quickly, but suddenly he wasn’t worried about the attention that Beth could bring to Willowyth. That she might discover too much about them seemed a bigger tragedy, because if that happened, her life would be over.
“Being arrested for not having a license seemed a bit irrelevant once I got one—do you need to see it?” For a moment she fished in her big silver bag and then waved the laminated square as she pointed out. “Not that it matters because this was just an excuse wasn’t it? Were you so determined to find a perp this morning that you settled on me? Do you have a quota of dangerous criminals to fill? I am being the bigger person here, Chief Costas. I hope you realize that. I’m not into frivolous lawsuits but, I assure you, Sherman Kelts exists for them. That is who I called with my one phone call, and now I’m going to have to deal with him. So the way I see it, it is only fair that you have to deal with me, as this whole thing is your fault.” She crossed the room and took a seat in front of his desk.
“What are you doing?”
“I want to speak with you. You owe me that much. Your officers were actually going to send me to County Jail!” Crossing her long legs she dropped her purse onto the floor where it tipped and several items spilled out.
Standing beside the door Kahtar tried to ignore the images that Beth’s heart stirred within his own. Safe Harbor, Warm Shelter, Home Plate. Resting his hand on the door handle he reminded himself that she needed to leave. Beth White didn’t belong. In his peripheral vision he saw she was looking at the half dozen artfully arranged doughnuts on the plate at the edge of his desk and she glanced at him doubtfully, looking back at the plate, and at him a second time.
“I’m busy,” he told her. “You can take your license and leave. I apologize for your inconvenience.”
“You’re not busy, and that was the most insincere apology I’ve ever heard.”
“What do you want?”
Beth looked at the computer screens and smiled. They were all covered with images from his morning search. He’d forgotten about them. She’d driven the past completely
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