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will be back. He asks him to
please take care of Dani and not to tell her where he's going.
    As he heads to the Cody airport he shakes his
head. He must be crazy. He doesn't even know this woman and here he
is running to her rescue. What if she is guilty? What if she really
murdered the victim?
    No, that doesn't make sense. A woman that
drops everything to take care of a little girl she has never seen
before is very unlikely to be a murderer. Dani really liked her
too. She still hasn't stopped talking about her, about how nice she
is. Yes, this is the right thing to do. He owes her this much.
    ******
    After I disconnect the call I hand the phone
back to the jailer and tell him thank you. Then I sit down on the
narrow cot in my tiny cell and think back over the conversation. I
am very surprised Jacob Murray didn't ask more questions. It is
even more surprising that he is dropping everything to come to
Dillon to talk to me. I am not sure what I expected of him, but
certainly not this. I am grateful though. It will be a relief just
to see a friendly face. I pray that he will believe that I didn't
shoot Frank Gibbons.
    ******
    Jacob walks into the jail in Dillon Montana
just before noon dressed in a dark grey business suit. The dark
blue tie around his neck is choking him and he pulls at his collar.
He hasn't worn a tie in over four years. How did he ever stand to
wear these things every day?
    His old high school friend, Sheriff Bill
Hargess is sitting behind the desk. He looks up when he hears the
door open and a huge smile crosses his face as he stands to greet
Jacob. "Hello Jacob. How in the world are you? What brings you all
the way to Dillon?"
    "Hey Bill, it's good to see you. Boy, it has
been a really long time. How is your family?" Jacob says smiling
warmly as he extends his hand to his old friend.
    "We are all fine, just fine. How is yours?"
Bill replies.
    "Dani's good. You know I lost Beverly four
years ago."
    "Yes, I heard about that. I'm really sorry
for your loss. What can I do for you?"
    "Well, I believe you have a young lady in
residence here by the name of Jana Bowen, I'm her lawyer."
    A stunned look crosses the sheriff's face. He
had heard through the grapevine that Jacob had retired and wasn't
practicing law anymore. But he says, "All right, I'll get her for
you. Wait in the private interview room."
    He opens the door to the interview room for
Jacob then he grabs his keys and walks to the back of the jail.
Unlocking Jana's cell he says, "Well young lady, I'm not sure how
you managed it, but you are one lucky lady. Come with me."
    ******
    Jacob looks up when he hears the door to the
interview room open and immediately feels like he took a punch to
the stomach. His breath freezes in his lungs and his heart rate
doubles. Jana Bowen is absolutely stunning with beautiful long
blonde hair falling in waves around her shoulders, creamy
unblemished skin showing no signs of makeup, deep blue eyes the
color of a stormy sky, a pouty mouth that makes him want to take a
nibble, a fantastic body the shapeless orange jump suit can't
disguise, and a dark bruise on her cheek.
    He rises to his feet as I approach and
extends his hand. "Jana, it's good to see you again."
    As our hands touch, a charge of electricity
streaks up his arm and straight to his nether regions. Wow, he has
never reacted to a woman so strongly or so quickly. Jana's eyes
rounded so he knows she felt the same zing when their hands
touched.
    ******
    I am floored. My heart is pounding and that
little shock when our hands touched surprised me. It must have just
been static electricity or something. Surely that kind of sexual
chemistry doesn't exist. I certainly have never experienced
anything like it before.
    Jacob Murray is just as gorgeous as I
remembered. His dark brown hair is a little longer now and that one
curl is still falling across his forehead. My palm is itching to
brush it back. His hair looks mussed like he has been running his
fingers through it. The