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begins to speak. "Ms. Lowe, sorry for the interruption, but I have a few questions for you about this afternoon's events. Mr. Whitetail here was kind enough to accompany me. I understand you passed each other in the Walkers’ driveway?" At this last question my eyes are pulled from my supremely disloyal pooch toward the sheriff, who still sports a smile.

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    "Maybe we can continue this inside? It's freezing and I have to feed my dog."
    I've been struggling to keep a straight face since she came up the drive with her massive dog. I'd have picked a small little lapdog for her if any. Cats seem more her speed, but she walks up, all five foot nothing of her, with this fierce looking dog that looks like a cow and is named 'Boo.' Luckily I've always had an easy affinity with animals, as opposed to people. That's why I wasn't worried when the big pooch started growling. Somehow even the most vicious of dogs will heed me when they hear my voice. They seem to accept me as their alpha immediately.
    In contrast, it takes me a long time to warm up to, let alone trust another person. I even had to learn to like and appreciate my brother again. The turning point for me was being able to help his wife give birth when she went into labor unexpectedly during a party. It wasn't just seeing how he was with Katie or with his son, it was the fact that he seemed to want me there with them. No reservations whatsoever. His trust in me bolstered my trust in him.
    The moment Kimeo passes me and slaps her hand against her thigh to call her dog, I gesture for him to follow her, something he does immediately. 
    "She’s something else," Drew mumbles to me, but with his eyes firmly on her very ample backside. That causes an uncomfortable prickle at the back of my neck.
    "Back off," I snap before I have a chance to examine my rather uncharacteristic impulse. I'm pretty even-keeled and rarely get ruffled, but Drew's interest somehow strikes me wrong. My interest in the little Nizhóní seems to be a bit more than professional. 
    My words have Drew turn to me with a small smirk on his lips. "It's like that, is it?"
    I try to ignore his remark, but as I'm holding the door and he walks past me into the house, I can't help myself.
    "She's part of a case. You'd best remember that. Besides, from what I've seen of you, you like them young and curvy.  Are you getting bored with your parade of young, leggy and thin chicks and want to try a taste of an older woman? A fat one at that?"
    I don't know what possessed me to say that shit other than trying my best to distract him from her. For the case—of course. But even though I whisper it to him while still outside, I can tell she's heard—at least part of it. She's turned to the counter, her back toward us and ramrod straight, and her movements jerky. Fuck.
    Drew elbows me hard. I glare at him and just catch him mouthing 'asshole .' Yeah.
    "Look," I start, wanting to... explain? Hell, I don't know what I'm thinking but I feel like the giant fuck up I am. She turns around with a forced smile on her face, pointedly not looking at me, but at Drew.
    "So Sheriff, I never caught your name?" she asks him.
    "Drew Carmel, Ms. Lowe. And this is Malachi Whitetail. He is an investigator for GFI, a local security and investigations firm."
    Her eyes flick in my direction briefly before settling back on Drew. "Do you know if Mr. and Mrs. Walker are okay?"
    "They're well looked after, Ms. Lowe. Both are expected to make a full recovery although Ezhno may be hospitalized for a while. He is undergoing some tests." 
    "Please call me Kim, everyone does. Glad to hear they'll be all right. I'm curious though, what exactly does a security firm have to do with the Walkers?" She bends over to put a bowl of food in front of her dog and straightens back up, determinedly avoiding my eyes.
    "We'll get to that shortly, but first let me ask you a few questions." Drew swiftly detours the conversation.
    "Very well, would you like to sit