Deadly Shadows
God.
    “Timothy, I love this town of yours. This house, the owner ,” he added with a narrowed look at Ms. Black. “Truly, I do,” he quipped, not caring if the sarcasm was rude or not. “I’m arrested, in case you can’t see. Though they’ve yet to tell me why.” He turned and showed his friend the cuffs. “Mind telling your local law enforcement what exactly it is I’m doing here.”
    Tim frowned, looked from him to Ms. Black to the cops. “Uh--uhmm….”
    “I’m so sorry. I’m sorry,” Ms. Black said, though somewhat vaguely.
    “For?” the chief asked.
    “He’s renting the house.”
    “What?” three cops asked.
    “He’s my renter. I think.” She looked from him to Tim, a question in her eyes.
    “You think?” the little female cop asked.
    “Yeah, I think that was the renter’s name.” She shook her head as if trying to figure something out.
    “Yes, he’s the renter.” Timothy said coming into the living area where everyone was.
    “He came in a day early and I gave him your spare key you leave with me,” he apparently explained to Ms. Black.
    She chuckled, a low husky sound that whispered at him, but it caught on what sounded like a sob. Again she shook her head before meeting his gaze. Her gaze was direct and unapologetic regardless of her words. “This might be really funny any other night. Oh, God. I am really sorry for all this.” She waved a hand at the group and shrugged.
    Aiden noticed there were brown stains and smudges on her fingers. He waited patiently, then cleared his throat. “If you’ll be so damned kind as to remove the cuffs, I can get my wallet.”
    The words were bit out, but he’d really had enough for one night.
    The Chief nodded and Aiden felt the cuffs loosen. Feeling a twitch in his jaw, he didn’t say another word. Instead, he took the stairs two at a time and came back with his wallet, pulling his shirt on. He handed it over to the Chief.
    The cop raised his eyes and handed the I.D. back to Aiden. “Vacationing?”
    Aiden smiled, and he knew it held no amusement. “In a manner of speaking.”
    The chief closed his eyes and shook his head. When he opened them again, he said,
    “Merrick, Stephens, outside, now.”
    Aiden noticed the woman, Stephens, went to Ms. Black and gave her hug, whispering something in her ear. Ms. Black nodded and the blankness shifted from her eyes. Pain, hot and raw shone in the depths.
    The Chief held his hand out. “I’m Garrison. Sorry for the inconvenience, Mr. Kinncaid.
    It’s been a bad night here and we’re looking for a man.”
    Well that narrowed things down. Aiden looked at the offered hand for a couple of seconds before shaking it.
     
     
    19
    “I take it that man’s not me?” He shoved his wallet and hands in his pockets, watching as the other officers filed out the door. Tim walked over to Ms. Black and wrapped her in a hug.
    The woman laid her head on Tim’s chest for a moment, then pushed him away. How close of friends were these two anyway?
    “Don’t really know. Where were you about midnight?”
    The question jerked his attention back to the man in front of him. “Here asleep. Why?”
    Garrison’s eyes narrowed. Then Ms. Black spoke. “It wasn’t him.”
    The men turned to her. She pointed at Aiden. “He’s too … too tall.”
    “You’re sure?” Garrison asked.
    Ms. Black nodded. “Yes. And Mr. Kinncaid’s not even wearing shoes.”
    Garrison gave him one last look then said to Tim, “You staying tonight, Kerrin?”
    Tim nodded. “Yeah, I’ll be here.”
    What the hell was going on?
    Garrison nodded. “There’ll be someone outside, just to keep an eye out. Probably Sergeant Merrick, or maybe I can talk Stephens into staying. Ms. Black, I’ll be back by in the morning.”
    Aiden crossed his arms over his chest. Ms. Black looked like a strong wind could blow her over. She needed some rest from the looks of things, not that he should care, given the night’s events.
    “I’ll call
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