Also, the “what if ” of her attraction to Angus swirled around in her mind and landed in her body. While they’d worked together, seen each other every day, there had always been a “what if” or a “maybe” between them, even though they argued most of the time.

It hurt to say goodbye to that “what if.”

Chapter Five

Chapter Five

Angus finished off a burger from the fast-food joint as he drove his truck through an established neighborhood in the Georgetown area, with town houses lining both sides of the street. “Which one is it?”

Jethro craned his neck to peer through the rain splattering the windshield. “It’s the blue one between the brick house with green shutters and the white one with the purple flowerpots. I’m thinking your suspect has either a decent job or family money; the small amount of info my friend was able to send didn’t specify which. With our luck, the bloke will be a lawyer who just had to call in a partner to get him sprung. Aren’t these places all around a million dollars each?”

“Probably.” Angus found a spot at the curb and quickly parked. He looked into the back seat. “You want to come in or just stay in the truck?”

Roscoe sprawled across the entire seat, his nose on his paws and his eyes closed. He didn’t move.

Angus rolled his eyes. “Stop pouting. One burger was enough and probably isn’t even good for you. I’ll give you dog food when we get home.” Roscoe didn’t twitch. What a drama queen. “Fine. Stay here.” He opened his door and jumped out, letting the rain have its way with him. Once Jethro had exited the vehicle, Angus locked it up tight. Last thing he needed was his dog going to look for another burger. Or for a bar.

“What’s your plan?” Jethro asked, shoving his hands into his jacket pockets as rain plastered his hair to his head.

Angus jogged around the truck to the sidewalk. “I feel like the direct approach will be best. Let’s just ring the bell.”

“Interesting.” Jethro strode along the sidewalk next to the connected townhomes, ducking his head against the rain. “Should we talk about your team being fired?”

“No.” The cold of autumn had started killing the pots of plants and flowers in front of several of the town houses, giving the pretty neighborhood the sense of change. Of winter coming. Angus scouted the quiet neighborhood before walking up the steps to the dark-blue door and knocking.

A shuffling could be heard inside, and then the door opened. “Yes?” Caucasian male, brown hair, blue eyes, about six-feet tall and 225 pounds with decent muscle mass. He wore expensive black sweats and a green tank top.

Angus read him in a minute. “Are you Levi Mackelson?”