Chapter Eleven #2
Zac finally looked at Maxie. She was a bit pale, but gorgeous as ever.
She was wearing her Park Art T-shirt, and her legs were long and lean in a pair of blue shorts.
He scowled. Last night, those legs had been locked around his waist. Now, her foot was cocked back on its heel as she faced him, and that stung. He knew what that raised foot meant.
“You called?” he said.
She wove her fingers together nervously. “I don’t know if I should have, but several people are missing their cashboxes.”
“You?”
“Mine’s safe.”
“There are four of us.” Becky’s frown looked unnatural on her normally happy face. “Harvey’s photographs, Yvonne’s quilt shop, an out-of-town vendor and me.”
“When was the last time you saw your cashbox?”
“I think I remember putting it on the shelf next to the coffeepots. Martin?”
The man took another step away from Maxie when Zac pinned him with a look. “That’s where I saw it, but I made a few trips back to the van after that.”
So, in other words, nobody had been paying close attention to the money.
“I talked with Harvey,” Becky volunteered. “He set his on the ground while he hung his photographs. Yvonne thought she’d hid hers under a quilt, but it was missing when she went to get it.”
Zac reached into his breast pocket for his notebook. “Did you see anyone suspicious roaming around?”
“Suspicious?”
He sighed at the confusion in the coffee girl’s voice, but it was impossible to be cross with her. To her, a stranger would only be somebody new to talk to. He turned to the rest of the group for help. “Anyone?”
“There’ve been a lot of people around, Sheriff,” Roxie said.
Maxie shook her head, and it made her curls bounce.
Zac’s gaze zeroed in on the dark waves. He’d kept her too busy to dry her hair after they’d gotten out of the shower.
The wildness made her look even more like her sister, only he didn’t want to run his fingers through Roxie’s hair or kiss her until she forgot about stupid games and lies.
“There aren’t many out-of-towners here yet.” She shifted under his stare. “It’s early.”
“They don’t have to be from out of town.” He’d tried to tell her that before. Small-town people were just as likely to be tempted into doing something bad. Or naughty. He cleared his throat. “Did any of you see anyone hanging around the booths?”
Lexie shrugged. “We were busy.”
“Where’s Cam?” he asked.
“He went to get coffee.” She paused for a minute and then inhaled sharply. “You can’t suspect him.”
For the first time ever, Zac saw a fire light in Lexie’s eyes, and it was fierce. He held up his hands placatingly.
“I just thought he might have witnessed something.” There was an edge to that guy. Being observant was one of his traits.
She relaxed, and the fire banked. “He should be back soon. You can ask.”
Zac tapped his pen against his notebook. This wasn’t going well. Everyone was uncomfortable and incommunicative.
Probably because he was giving new meaning to the definition of bad cop.
He took a deep breath of fresh air. Whatever had happened between him and Maxie, the others shouldn’t have to pay. “Does anyone have any ideas? Did you see anything? Hear anything?”
Martin coughed. Despite his good intentions, Zac glared in the man’s direction.
Shimwell stepped further away from Maxie.
It was a good idea. As detached as he was trying to be, Zac couldn’t ignore her.
Hell, just this morning he’d woken up in bed beside her.
In that moment, things had been about as damn close to perfect as they could get.
In that moment…
Martin worked up his nerve. “I don’t know if this has anything to do with anything, but Ewan said his popcorn sales were off yesterday.”
“Ewan,” Zac repeated. “The seventy-year-old who walks with a cane.”
Martin shifted uncomfortably.
Maxie put her hand on Martin’s arm, and Zac’s jaw nearly popped right out of its socket.
“I saw some kids riding their bikes here earlier,” she ventured. “They were weaving in and out of the booths.”
It took a moment for her words to sink in, but once they did, Zac’s attention focused. “Did you recognize them?”
“No, I just saw them riding away.” Her look was hesitant when it connected with his, and Zac’s knees wobbled. He determinedly locked his spine. Much as he wanted to, he wasn’t going to cuddle up to her anymore. Not until she gave him the truth he wanted to hear.
“I know who they were.” Becky curled her hands into fists and stomped the ground. “Those little devils. Why, when I tell their parents—”
“Hold on. We don’t know anything for sure,” he warned. “Give me their names, and I’ll talk to them. At the very least, they might have seen something.”
Although Maxie’s scenario made a lot more sense.
He evaluated the festival setup. Kids did stupid things, and someone who was really looking to score would have waited until the end of the day when the cashboxes would be full.
Bikes would make the little thieves mobile, and baskets or saddlebags would help them hide their stash.
He bit the inside of his cheek. It was always the quiet ones who paid the most attention.
But if she’d been paying attention, how had she not noticed something important was going on between them?
His chest tightened when their gazes locked again. She really didn’t look as if she was feeling well.
From out of nowhere, his ringtone started playing, and they both jumped.
Pulling his phone out of his pocket, Zac looked at the ID.
He got a prickly feeling between his shoulder blades when he saw it was the department dispatcher.
He had a mobile radio on him. They resorted to calls only when they didn’t want sensitive information going out over the airwaves.
There were too many police scanners listening in.
“Excuse me. I need to take this.” He walked over to an oak tree where he could talk. “This is Ford. Go ahead.”
As soon as the dispatcher started explaining the situation, he went on the alert. As a first responder, he never knew what would go wrong, but he had to be prepared to react. And this was much more serious than some kids taking a walk on the wild side.
Damn, he’d known something bad could do down with that construction crew.
His adrenaline was pumping by the time he returned to The Green Thumb’s tent. “I need to leave, but I want you to repeat everything you’ve told me to Deputy Hanson. She’ll be here shortly, and I’ll reconvene with her when I can.”
“What’s happened?” Becky asked.
He nodded at her. “We’ll do everything we can to get your money back.”
He turned to go. All his instincts were flaring. He hadn’t had a situation this serious since he’d left Chicago, but after so many years on the job, his training was ingrained. Time was of the essence.
He was halfway to his car when someone caught his arm. He spun around to find Maxie looking wide-eyed and concerned. She’d snuck up on him without him hearing, and that rubbed him wrong. She was back to ghosting around. He’d thought he’d gotten her past that.
He glanced to where she held his arm. The way she pulled back, he could tell she’d done it without thinking. So, there were still some impulses there, ones pointing in his direction. He supposed that was a good thing.
“What is it? Did you remember something?”
“No, I just…” The pain in her eyes intensified, and the lines on her forehead deepened. “I wanted to…” She looked at him helplessly before asking, “What happened?”
He stared at her. That’s what he wanted to know.
She gestured towards the phone he still clutched in his hand. “The call. Is something wrong?”
He sighed and surveyed the Park Art area. Things were starting to pick up. Even with the theft of the cashboxes, the atmosphere was happy and carefree. He lowered his voice so nobody could hear. “There was an accident down at the bridge.”
“The construction site? Was anyone injured?”
“Yes, and the scene is still unstable. I need to go.” He stuffed the phone into his pocket and backed away from her. “Update Hanson. She can track down those kids.”
“I will, but, Zac?”
He stopped. The emotion in her eyes was indescribable, and it nearly took the wind out of him.
She licked her lips, and he almost gave up on his promise not to touch her, to make her take the first step.
“I just wanted to say I’m sorry. I really do…” Her hands fisted tightly at her sides. “Be careful.”
Maxie watched Zac walk away from her, and her fingernails bit into her palms as he rounded his patrol car. His blond hair had been ruffled by the breeze. She’d wanted to run her fingers through it, but he’d been so cold and distant. Unapproachable.
“Wow.” Roxie came to stand by her side. “Is he in a bad mood, or is he always that serious when he’s on a case?”
Maxie unclenched her fists. She didn’t know. There were a lot of things she didn’t know about him, but she wanted to learn.
“Does this have something to do with the missing cashboxes?” Lexie asked.
“No,” she whispered. None of it had anything to do with that.
Roxie clicked her tongue. “I wouldn’t want to get in his way right about now.”
Neither did Maxie. The way he’d looked at her… It had sliced her open. She’d wounded him badly. Why couldn’t she have been honest this morning? If she’d just put herself out there—
But that was the problem, wasn’t it? She’d never been brave enough.
The Green Thumb van pulled into the parking lot.
Cam was back. She started blinking hard as he climbed out of the van with a cardboard carrier full of coffees.
Lexie hurried out to meet him. The two of them didn’t seem to have any problems communicating.
They were about as solid as a couple could get.
“Hey.” Roxie caught Maxie by the chin and made her look into her eyes. “Are you all right?”
No, she wasn’t. She was tired, her head hurt, and things were spiraling down a path she didn’t like. “Zac and I had a fight this morning,” she confessed.
“Hmm. I thought the tension between you was different.”