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- Dear Marcail
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- Books by Lori Wick
- About the Author
If the light had been better, Sean might have noticed that the older mans look was regretful, not cruel.
Hes nothing but a kid. The deep voice was soft, contemplative.
How could you tell under all that hair?
His eyes. Clear as glass and angry, but scared out of his wits.
The deputy only nodded, sure that Sheriff Lucas Duncan, Duncan to all, was right. He usually was.
Want me to stay the night?
No. Im restless as it is, but stop and let Lora know that Im all right and ask her to bring breakfast for two.
Right. Im off.
An hour passed before Duncan moved again. Hed been deep in thought and knew that his hunch had been right: There would be little if any sleep for him tonight. Had he gone home, hed have tossed and turned for hours, disturbing Lora.
Duncan pushed away from his desk then, the chair creaking in protest. He had planned to question the boy at daybreak, but if he was as restless as the sheriff, now was as good a time as any.
Duncan was surprised to find his prisoner asleep. He was stretched out on his back, one arm thrown over his eyes. Duncan let his eyes run the length of him. He was big. He covered the cot and then some. It was easy to see why Hartley picked him; his size alone could be intimidating.
But Duncan wasnt fooled. He guessed him to be somewhere around 20 and as wet behind the ears as they came. And at 54, Duncan had seen more than a few prisoners come and go.
He walked back to his desk, sat down, and propped his feet on the flat surface. After laying his gun across his stomach, he tipped his hat forward and his chair back. He caught about an hours sleep before his wife came in with breakfast and a smile.
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Lora Duncan set her tray on the desk and went immediately to kiss her husband. His arms came around her plump figure as Lora looked anxiously into his eyes. He was exhausted.
Hartley?
He was behind it, but hes not in the cell.
Lora nodded and moved to unload her husbands breakfast. She left the prisoners food on the tray and followed Duncan to the cell. She hung back slightly until he signaled her forward, and then entered the cell and put the tray on the floor. She didnt linger within, but once outside took a moment to look at the man sitting silently on the cot. He was watching her, and Lora was immediately struck by his youth.
Ill be coming back to talk to you as soon as I eat.
Lora barely heard her husbands words to the man before she was gently ushered back to the desk.
Hes young and trying to hide it behind his anger, she whispered with tears in her eyes.