Boone's Baby(4)

By: Stormy Glenn

“Have you had any problems with your neighbors or anyone in town?”

“Oh gosh, no.” Jackie smiled brightly. “Everyone has just been wonderful.”

Boone raised his eyebrows. Gosh? Had Jackie actually said gosh? He couldn’t remember the last time he’d heard someone use that word. He wasn’t sure he’d ever heard anyone use that word.

“What about before you moved here?” Boone asked. “Were you having problems with anyone who might have followed you?”

Boone was shocked by the swiftness with which Jackie’s friendly face closed up.

“No, no one followed me.” Jackie whirled around and disappeared back into the building.

Boone stood there, stunned. That had been rather abrupt. It also got Boone’s curiosity burning. Jackie Lee was hiding something. Boone wasn’t sure if it had anything to do with the vandalism, but Jackie was definitely hiding something.

Boone wanted to ask, but for right now, he needed to finish processing the scene. He was pretty sure Jackie wasn’t going to give him the answers he wanted, which meant he’d have to find them on his own.

Boone took a couple of paint-chip samples, a few more pictures, and a bubblegum wrapper. By the time he’d grabbed everything he could think of, an hour had gone by.

Jackie had never come back out.

Boone gathered all the evidence up and slid it into an envelope, which he then sealed. Potter’s Creek might not be a big city, but Boone still knew the trail of evidence needed to be followed.

He wiggled his nose as he walked back inside the store. His nostrils still stung, and his sense of smell was shot to hell. All he could smell was paint. It was a bit disconcerting. Boone was used to using all of his senses. Having one out of commission didn’t sit well with him.

Jackie glanced up when Boone walked back in, but Boone could see the wariness on his or her face. And he was getting damn tired of not knowing if Jackie was a male or a female, especially since his libido went into overdrive every time he looked at the sexy store owner.

“Is there anything else you think might help my investigation?”

Jackie shook his or her head. “I can’t think of anything.”

“I’ve collected the evidence, and I should have some results back in a few days. Unfortunately, Potter’s Creek is pretty small. We don’t have a crime lab, so I’ll have to send this upstate.”

“I’m sure it’s just some kids goofing around or something.” Jackie pushed a strand of hair out of the way. “I really don’t want to make a big deal of this.”

“Threats aren’t something to take lightly, Jackie.” Boone frowned. “You don’t mind if I call you Jackie, do you?”

“No, I don’t mind.” A smile appeared on Jackie’s face. “Please do.”

God, Boone wanted to see that smile stay on Jackie’s face, but he didn’t know how to do that and continue to investigate whatever was going on here. That was going to make things dicey.

“If you find anything else or hear anything, anything at all, give me a call.” Boone held out his business card. “My cell phone is on the back. If you have any problems, give me a call.”

Jackie’s smile broadened. Fingers ghosted over the surface of the business card. “I will. Thank you.”

“Welcome to Potter’s Creek, Jackie Lee.”

Chapter Two

Boone groaned as he rolled over and felt around on his nightstand for the ringing cell phone. When he caught a glimpse of the clock and realized he’d only been in bed for a couple of hours, he had half a mind to throw the damn cell phone across the room.

He felt as if he’d been steamrolled. Sometimes, being the sheriff of Potter’s Creek just wasn’t worth it. It certainly wasn’t worth getting a busted nose from breaking up a bar fight. And it definitely wasn’t worth phone calls in the middle of the night.

“Hello?” he asked in a groggy voice.

“Sheriff Marshall?”


“This is Jackie, Jackie Lee.”

Boone was fully awake in an instant. “What’s wrong, Jackie?”

“I think someone followed me home,” Jackie whispered. “And now I’m hearing noises outside. I thought you’d want to know in case it’s the same kids who vandalized my shop.”

“I’m on my way,” Boone said as he swung his legs over the side of the bed and reached for his jeans. “Is the door locked?”

“Yes, I checked everything. The doors, the windows, the garage, everything.”

“Okay, stay inside and away from the windows. I’ll be there as quickly as I can.”