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on from that or something? It was fairly obvious that Ted was interested in me, yet Lyndon seemed to want to take every chance to screw that up for me.
    We all chatted for a while longer over tumblers of whiskey, and Ted put his hand across the table and grabbed mine in the exact same way that Lyndon had back at the steak house. “You know, when you’re done with the investigation, you could always come back here as a tourist. There’s so many nice places around here that only the locals know about, and I’d be happy to show you.”
    I was waiting for Lyndon to interject, but he said nothing. Instead, he ‘accidentally’ knocked over his glass, forcing Ted to jerk his hand away from mine as the amber liquid ran in little rivulets all over the wooden surface of the table.
    I could have killed him. Lyndon and his damned pissing contests. “Hey Lyndon,” I said with a faux simpering smile. “Looks like you’ve had too much to drink. Why don’t you head back to the motel and get some rest?”
    “Good idea,” he agreed. “But you need to drive. Like you said, I’ve had a bit too much to drink. And I can hardly drink and drive in the presence of an esteemed Bakewell Springs Deputy, can I?”
    He patted Ted on the back, a little too hard to be friendly. If looks could kill, my icy expression would have vaporized him, but he simply grinned and stood up.
    “Thanks for showing us around, Ted. I’m sure we’ll see you tomorrow at the office.”
    Ted stood up too, with a dejected air hanging about him. “Yeah, sure thing. It was great catching up with you guys tonight.”
    He gave me one last lingering look before leaving, and I glared at Lyndon as we headed out to our car. “What the hell are you doing?” I demanded.
    “Nothing,” he said. “Just trying to have a good night and make some new friends.”
    I was too angry to say anything, so I concentrated on driving, and when I finally pulled into the parking lot of our motel, I jumped out of the car, yanked my things out of the back and then furiously stormed over to my door without another word to Lyndon.
    Only a second after I stepped inside and put my bag down, there was a knock. I hadn’t even had a chance to turn the light on yet. Rolling my eyes, I flung open the door. Lyndon was leaning against the wall right next to it.
    “What the hell do you want now?” I asked.
    “I think you’ve got my key in your bag,” he replied. “Sorta need it to get in my room.”
    I stomped over to my bag and rifled through it before locating his key and then practically throwing it in his face. At this point I couldn’t take it anymore, and I started shouting at him, fury etched into my face.
    “You know, what you did tonight is so unfair!” I said. “You knew that guy was interested in me! You knew he was only inviting me out with him, but you tagged along anyway. Why?”
    “Because I don’t like the guy,” he replied. “Smarmy little blond prick.”
    “You don’t even know him,” I said, jabbing my finger into his chest. “And he seems perfectly nice to me!”
    “Oh, of course he does. Because he’s trying to get in your pants. And you deserve better. Trust me, Myla, I can tell when a guy is only pretending to be nice but is secretly a massive tool.”
    “Yeah, because it takes one to know one,” I replied, practically spitting venom at him.
    He paused and then stepped closer, towering over me. “You know, I have pretty much fucking had it with your childish bullshit, Myla. Like I said, if you had ever just given me five fucking minutes to explain what happened when we were back at the academy, then we wouldn’t be in this situation right now. But you’re a snobby, arrogant little know-it-all, and you’re so convinced that you’ve got everyone around you figured out that you never even bothered giving me a chance!”
    I shrank back, slightly crestfallen. He was right. I never had given him a chance to explain. He’d left four voicemails on my