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Chapter Three

One of the most gorgeous male specimens Kenderly had ever encountered had choked while laughing at her. She wished she knew what he and his captain were talking about outside. The captain seemed to have brought news Garrison didn’t really want to hear.

She’d been introduced while the murder weapon was locked away in the captain’s trunk. Now she was eating toast at the kitchen window and watching the men talk.

Captain Oaks was calm, watching her from where he stood in the backyard. His hands were behind his back, as stoic and sturdy as his name. But her rescuer waved his hands, disagreeing or in disbelief. She could make out the words no and no way. Just a few minutes before he’d said “hell, no” loud enough to be heard in the next county.

Garrison adamantly refused whatever his new assignment required. The only movements that were relaxed at all were reaching down to pet Clementine or take her ball and throw it again. Such a normal action that he performed without thinking.

He hadn’t broken a sweat saving her life today. Confident. Cocky. Extremely good-looking. A little arrogant. And sweet, sweet Thelma, he rode a motorcycle like it was nobody’s business.

Her fingers tangled in the mess that was now her hair.

The long extensions were so matted that she couldn’t unclip them from her head. The wind had done permanent damage, and it would take hours of combing to make them wearable again. She headed to the bathroom to see if she could get them loose. Bear followed and sat in the doorway, then slid to his belly.

“I suppose you’re used to the door staying open,” she said gently to him, stroking the old boy on the head. She looked in the mirror and almost screamed. “I look like a middle-aged drug addict.”

The slate liner was smudged under her eyes and halfway down her cheeks. She had no way to repair the damage, other than removing all the makeup. She had nothing except her cell. Her makeup case, purse, keys and car had all been left at the Tenoreno estate.

How was she going to get to work? Or work without her supplies, for that matter? Everything was in that bathroom or her Beetle. Her ID, debit card, checkbook...how would she even eat until they could be replaced?

But she couldn’t feel sorry for herself. Isabella and Trinity had lost much more than supplies or money.

Much more.

The men hadn’t opened the jewelry case yet. It had also been locked in the captain’s trunk almost immediately. Neither of them asked what was inside. They’d just assumed it was important. Probably because she’d asked to go back for it.

She took a deep breath and tried to slow her racing heart. Turning the water off, the men’s voices drifted in through the slightly open window.

“You have your choice. Protect her or be the bait.”

“I appreciate your confidence in me, sir. I don’t think I have a choice. I don’t have the skills or patience to sit and wait. And isn’t it against some type of regulation or something? Don’t we need to involve a female DPS officer to be on her protection detail?” Garrison was marching back and forth across his grass.

“You’re the one insisting that she needs protection without evaluating if what she saw is admissible in court. Or what’s in that case you locked away. How dangerous do you think the threat to her is?”

Garrison stopped pacing. His smile was gone, and he suddenly looked grown up. The white teeth he’d flashed all evening put her at ease, but it made him look much younger.

“From everything you’ve told me about these two families, they shoot first and never bother to ask if it’s the right person. If they find her, they will kill her, sir.”

“You’re right, and she’ll be safe. I’m giving you the option, son. Keep your word and be a part of her detail. Or you nail these bastards once and for all. As I said before, the Tenoreno family released a blurred picture of you both to the media. They’re going to find the fake background information we set up for you to get the job. It won’t take them long before they track down your cover phone. We need a decision and need a plan.”

Kenderly wanted to crawl through the tiny window and shout at both the men. They were making decisions about her life without asking her anything. She wasn’t running off with Garrison Travis to hide. But she also wasn’t stupid enough to go home. Without money or a place to live, the Texas Rangers were her best chance to stay alive.

“That ID got me on the grounds. The pictures will get me back inside. Regarding Kenderly, there isn’t a choice here,” Garrison said so seriously it scared her. “Without me, you don’t have a connection to the shooter. If Kenderly comes forward, it will blow the entire operation. It’s the closest we’ve been to bringing these crime families down in years. If they join forces, we might never get the chance again.”

“As of today, the Tenorenos and Roscos were falling behind the cartels. Together...” Captain Oaks shook his head with the implication. “They’ll either kill each other, taking a lot of other people along the way. Or they’ll be strong enough to control seventy percent of organized crime in Texas.”

“There’s only one choice, then. I go back inside. Try to convince them I was just running for my life when the shots started. It would help if I had something of value to trade. I don’t see anyone making an identification from the pictures. I’ve got my fingers crossed there’s something in that jewelry box that Isabella thought was worth smuggling out with Kenderly.”

She couldn’t see the captain’s face, but she did have a good look at Garrison’s dissatisfied expression. He shoved his hand through his sandy-blond hair. He’d changed into jeans and a button-down shirt. She’d seen his badge ready to go on the kitchen table before he slid it into his back pocket.

“We’ll do the initial Q and A here. We both need to hear her answers firsthand. You could come to headquarters but—”

“Got it. The fewer who know about Kenderly Tyler, the better.” Garrison looked more relaxed.

Why he should be...she had no idea. He was planning on returning to the Tenoreno house surrounded by men with guns...and more guns.

“I’ll make a call and get a video camera here. Then we’ll get started. You okay with your cover story about why you left in such a hurry?” Captain Oaks asked.

“Easy to explain. Shots start flying, and I’m not hanging around. It might take longer to wrap my head around officials thinking I might have something to do with the murders. I’m not usually the one being hunted. I’m more the hunter type. But I can fake it.”

“You’re our best bet to discover the true reason for the assassinations. We can assume they don’t know about the real murderer.” The captain bent down to pet Clementine. “But he knows about you.”

“And Kenderly. We both saw him.”

“That was quick thinking to get the pictures. Maybe something will come from it. Having evidence of the murderer is your best way to get back in to see Tenoreno. He should be extremely interested in your photos.”

“I don’t understand why the wives were killed and not the crime bosses. It doesn’t make sense. I heard shots at the back of the house, but couldn’t get to both.”

The captain clamped a hand on Garrison’s shoulder, stopping him. The younger man didn’t flinch or try to get away. It seemed friendly enough, fatherly in fact. “It’s not your fault, Garrison. No one predicted they would be murdered.”

“If I’d only been a couple of minutes earlier.”

“According to what you told me, more lives would have been lost if you were a couple of minutes later.”

“But—”

“No buts in this line of work. It was out of your control. We move on.”

Kenderly liked Captain Oaks. She had no idea what some of the things they were talking about meant, but she liked him just the same. Taking his wise words to heart, she also needed to move on. There wasn’t anything she could do about the past. She couldn’t go back and change time or rush in and save Isabella.

All she could do was help find her friend’s murderer.

* * *

“WHERE DO WE START?” Kenderly sat at the kitchen table, her hands clasped together so tightly her knuckles were turning white. “Do you need for me to write out my statement? I looked for a tablet. Oh, but I didn’t go through anything. Sorry, I promise I wasn’t looking through your things.”

“It’s okay.” Garrison wanted to hug her and calm her down again. But that wasn’t happening in front of his captain.

“Miss Tyler,” Oaks began, “we’ve sent for a video camera and plan on recording your statement here. If I take you downtown, too many people will know we have you in protective custody. We’d rather continue without spreading that knowledge. That okay with you?”

Kenderly nodded and moved her hands to her lap until she swiped at a tear with the back of her knuckle. She’d washed her face. Gone was the heavy makeup he’d become used to in a very short time. Without it she looked younger.

“I have to confess... I didn’t mean to eavesdrop, but the bathroom window was open. I could hear a few things.”

“Like what?”

Garrison let the captain lead the discussion. He tried to keep a solemn look on his face out of respect for the two women who had died and the seriousness of the current situation. But just sitting there, Kenderly had a way of making him smile. Or the way she tugged at the stretchy skirt jerked him back to the memory of his hand on her thigh.

“I’m not sure I know what you meant by extracting. Who? Were you there to get Isabella away from that horrid man she was married to?”

She’d turned to Garrison, looking for an answer. He popped away from leaning on the wall next to the living room. Taken totally off guard, his mind had been on the soft flesh that had been beneath his fingers. The question had him staring straight back at his commanding officer.

“Oh, my gosh, you were. Is that why you want to open her jewelry box?” She turned back to Oaks. “You see, I honestly don’t know what’s inside. Isabella told me to open it in three days. I thought it might be another letter to mail.”

“Why do you think she said three days? And you’d mailed letters before?” Oaks brought out his pocket notepad, something he was never without.

If Garrison wanted to take notes, he’d have to get a pad from the hall closet. No way. He wasn’t going to miss any part of this interview.

“I don’t know why she said three days. I’ve been doing her hair for several years. Like I told Garrison—” Her hair flew over her shoulder when she turned toward him. “Oh wait, should I call you Lieutenant?”

“I don’t mind being called Garrison.” There it was again...the urge to smile.

“Like I told Garrison, it had gotten to the point that I had to ask her bodyguard to move back while I washed her hair. And they absolutely refused to let her come on her own. But I did pass notes to Trinity and mail an occasional letter.”

“You passed notes for her?”

“Right. Isabella whispered to me that her husband was mad at one of her friend’s husband. And he was being very strict about even allowing her to talk with her friend. So she wondered if I’d mind holding a note for her. It was very secretive. She wanted to pay me to do it, but I said no. I was getting a new customer out of the deal.”

“So both Mrs. Tenoreno and Mrs. Rosco had their hair done at your shop?”

“Yes. Although, they never got to come in at the same time or the same day because of their husbands.”

Garrison moved forward so Kenderly could look at him and Oaks at the same time. “Did you know what their husbands did for a living?”

She shrugged, and he realized that her hair was just above her shoulders. He could have sworn it had been longer.

“Not at the time. I looked them up online after somebody mentioned it one day.” She tugged nervously at her skirt again. “I know they weren’t the best of men, but that didn’t have anything to do with Isabella and Trinity. After their husbands got mad at each other, they couldn’t see each other.”

“Did you ever read any of the notes or keep the address of something you mailed?”

“Of course I didn’t read them. They were private.” Kenderly looked at her lap where her hands had dropped again.

The reaction was one of embarrassment, not indignation.

“You didn’t happen to keep copies of the addresses where Mrs. Tenoreno sent letters?”

She looked up, connecting with him on a level he didn’t understand.

“Yes,” she whispered. “Their husbands were—are—frightening. I sort of wanted to...well, to have some proof in case something went wrong.”

“I could kiss you, Kenderly. This is sure to be a break we’ve been needing,” Garrison said, receiving a cross look from Oaks.

“It might help us determine why they were murdered. What are the addresses?” Oaks’s pen was poised in one hand, and he pulled his cell out of his shirt pocket with the other. “We’ll get units over there ASAP before Tenoreno discovers they exist. If we can get the original letters... Is that the video crew?”

Garrison saw the headlights pull into the driveway and stay lit. He went to get the kitchen door for the TDPS video crew and to signal them to kill the lights.

“No offense to the video crew, but have you ever seen any that are over six feet and two hundred and thirty pounds of muscle?” he threw over his shoulder. Every nerve he had jumped to alert.

Was it the same guy from the murder scene? He sure had the same build. He pulled his weapon and hit the switch closest to him.

Oaks immediately moved Kenderly into the bathroom, closing the door behind her. Garrison saw the machine pistol outlined from the streetlight as the guy moved closer to the shrubbery on the far side of the drive. Garrison dove, knocking Oaks to the floor. They turned the ancient wood table to its side just before his aunt’s house began to be cut in half.