Riverbend Road

“Did you come here thinking you could talk me out of the suspension? If you did, don’t bother.”

“You are ridiculously stubborn, Cade Emmett. Did anybody ever tell you that?”

“You. About a thousand and sixteen times.”

Of all his officers, he trusted her judgment most. She wasn’t afraid to call him out when he became dogmatic or unreasonable, whether during an investigation or in personnel issues. He wasn’t afraid to admit when he was wrong but he knew he wasn’t on this one.

“Would you at least consider reducing the number of days I’m suspended?”

“No.”

She narrowed her gaze at him. “This is the worst time of year for the department to be shorthanded, with all the tourists starting to trickle in before Lake Haven Days in a few weeks.”

“I know that.”

She sighed. “You’re hanging me out to dry as an example to the rest of the guys, aren’t you?”

Yeah, that was partly true. When it counted, he needed his officers to follow the chain of command. If he ordered an officer to stand down, he needed to know the order would be heeded.

“It’s not easy having to be the one who makes the tough calls.”

Sometimes he was really tired of being the responsible one. Between the phone call from Christy about his brother and Wynona calling him out because of her suspension, the burden had never felt so heavy.

“I get it. You did what you had to do. A week just seems excessive to me.”

“A week. No more, no less. You scared the hell out of me, Wyn.”

He shouldn’t have said that last part, especially not in that rough, intense tone. She gazed at him, her eyes wide and he thought he saw something there, a little flicker of awareness, before she shifted her gaze down to her dog, who was now stretching out on the floor at his feet.

“Fine. Your decision. I guess we’ll all have to live with it. That wasn’t really why I stopped anyway,” she went on. “You have new neighbors across the street.”

“Yeah, I saw a vehicle in the driveway this morning and a moving van unloading things when I came home around lunchtime.”

“Do you know anything about them?”

He shook his head. “Not a thing, except what I saw earlier. They must have kids because I saw a couple of bikes out on the lawn when I came home—a boy and a girl, judging by the stereotypical bike colors. The pink bike was bigger. They drive a minivan with Oregon plates and listen to NPR, according to a bumper sticker.”

She laughed. “For not knowing anything about them, you seemed to have picked up quite a bit.”

It would probably sound too much like bragging to recite the license plate he’d memorized or the county in Oregon where the vehicle was registered last. “It’s my job to notice what’s going on in front of me.”

She made a funny little sound in her throat that morphed into a cough. “Of course it is.”

Did her dry tone imply there was something significant he hadn’t noticed?

He frowned. “Why are you so interested in our new neighbors?”

“It’s also my job to notice what’s going on around me and something there is off. I don’t know what it is but it’s got my nose itching.”

Her instincts were usually right on the money.

Once she called him in for backup on a routine traffic stop of a gray-haired couple driving a sedan with Ohio plates. None of his other officers would have found anything unusual about them but Wyn had caught a subtle vibe about the pair and ended up asking their permission to search the vehicle. When the couple refused, he brought in Rusty, the drug-sniffing dog from the Lake Haven Sheriff’s Department, who found a quarter million dollars’ worth of heroin sewn into the hollowed-out seats.

He would have said she had her father’s cop instincts—except for the last few weeks he had served under her father.

“Have you met them already?”

“Yes. Well, the mom and the kids. Andrea Montgomery and two kids, Chloe and Will. I don’t know if there’s a dad in the picture. I didn’t see any evidence of one but that doesn’t mean anything. I said hello to them on my way to the trailhead. When I was coming down, I found her sprawled out on the trail with a sprained ankle. I helped her back to her house.”

“You’re on a roll. How many more people will you rescue today?”

She made a face. “I couldn’t just leave her there.”

No, she wouldn’t. Wynona was like her father in many ways, full of compassion and concern.

“What makes you think something’s off?”

“She doesn’t seem very crazy about police officers. When I told her I worked for the local police department, you would have thought I told her I drowned kittens for a living.”

“Plenty of people don’t like the police. That doesn’t make them criminals.”

“I know that. This was something beyond dislike. More like...fear.”

Perhaps she was exaggerating or had misunderstood the woman’s reactions but, again, he trusted her gut. He had guys in the department who could shoot the hell out of a bull’s-eye at the shooting range and one who could bench-press three-hundred-fifty pounds. None of them had Wynona’s instincts with people.

“You think she’s on the run?”

“Maybe. Maybe she’s got an abusive ex in the background. Or maybe it’s a custody case. Who knows?”

“Maybe she’s witness protection.” He couldn’t resist teasing her a little. “Maybe she testified in a mob hit back in Oregon and now she’s got a new identity here in Haven Point. Or maybe she’s a superhero and her secret identity is a suburban mom.”

She smacked his arm. “You can mock me all you want but something was up. My spidey sense is tingling about this one.”

Cade dropped the teasing tone. “Want me to run the plates and see if anything pops?” he asked.

“That might be overkill at this point. She hasn’t done anything wrong, as far as I can tell. I only wanted to give you a heads-up so you can keep an eye on things, especially since you’re just across the street.”

“I’ll do that.”

His phone timer went off and she raised an inquisitive brow.

“Just telling me the coals are ready for my dinner.”

She looked shocked. “You’re cooking? Really?”

“I guess you can call it cooking. Grilling, anyway. I’m throwing on a couple of steaks.”

“Ah.” Her stomach chose that moment to rumble with enthusiasm, so loudly that Pete looked up and cocked his head to the side. Wyn—the steadiest, most unflappable person he knew—looked flustered. Her cheeks turned pink and she gave an embarrassed-sounding laugh.