Chapter 3
How often had Travis thought of Cassidy over the years?
A lot.
Now she was back—and she needed help. She needed someone to have her back.
In high school she'd teased him, called him her hero. He could be that guy again.
Instead, he'd hidden behind his lack of jurisdiction.
Well, that wasn't entirely true. He was following the law—something he'd sworn to uphold and protect. Then again, Travis had his own reasons for becoming a cop—and it had nothing to do with the law. Removing his wallet, Travis stared at the picture he always carried. The image was faded and yellowed at the edges. He couldn't ignore the parallels between this case and the one he'd been too young to solve.
Returning his wallet to his back pocket, Travis wondered what the old sheriff would've done. Then again, he knew. Carl Haak was a big follower of rules. It was the old man's adherence to the law that kept him in the job—a spot that Travis now wanted for his own—for decades.
Even now, the town council was considering Travis's application to be the next sheriff of Pleasant Pines. Without question, they wouldn't look kindly on him breaking the law. If that were true, why had he grabbed a set of keys for the truck and now strode across the office?
Cassidy was already at the end of the corridor, her silhouette backlit by the afternoon sun coming in through one of the windows. Her form was purely female. Other memories of Cassidy—those that were heated and intimate—came to mind. His pulse increased.
"Cassidy," he called out.
She stopped and waited while he jogged to where she stood. "I know you must be concerned."
"How?" she asked. "Do you have kids?"
His short-lived marriage hadn't produced any children. His wife had ultimately hated being married to a man with a high-risk job. "No," he said. "But…"
She interrupted. "Then you have no idea how I feel."
"I'll level with you. I'm pretty sure that biker club is responsible for making and distributing the meth we're seeing all over the county. If I had a child, I wouldn't want them tangled up with them either. But until they break the law, there's nothing I can do." He hesitated. "Let me talk with the DA and try to get a warrant."
Cassidy chewed on her bottom lip, considering his offer. "How long will that take?"
"With luck, I can have it done in a day or two."
With a shake of her head, Cassidy said, "I drove all the way from Laramie to get Brittney back. I'm not hanging out for days. My daughter needs me now."
Travis wanted to curse. "Working with the DA to get a warrant is the only way to make this happen. Take it or leave it."
"Then it's just like I said. Thanks for nothing."
Her words hit Travis like a punch to the gut.
Without speaking, Cassidy turned and walked down the stairs.
As her footfalls faded, Travis swore that he wouldn't follow Cassidy. This time, he was determined to let her go.
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