Silent Guardian

“She’s in danger, Clint.”

His ex-partner’s green eyes darkened. “I understand that. I’m hoping I can free up an officer within a couple of days.”

“A couple of days? What’s she supposed to do in the meantime?”

“Come on, Geoff. What do you want me to do? I can’t pull a babysitter out of thin air.”

Archer felt frustration rise up in him like bile. “Damn it, Clint.”

“You’re so worried, why don’t you keep her?”

“Me?” He laughed harshly.

“Sure. Let her stay with you until I can free somebody up.”

“No. No way.”

“Okay, then yeah, I guess she will be on her own.”

He glared at Clint. “That’s unacceptable. Okay. Hell, why not? I’ll take her home with me. She’s already there till all hours of the night anyhow.”

“Are you kidding me? You’re not really considering it. You can barely take care of yourself.”

“What does that mean? I’m doing just fine.” He flexed his hand, stretching the shortened tendons and setting his jaw to keep from wincing. “If you’re worried about my ability to protect her—if I have to shoot anybody, I’ll just use a blowgun and poisoned darts.”

Clint stared narrowly at him for a few seconds, his brows wrinkled with doubt. “I’ll free up an officer as soon as I can.” He looked down at his shoes, then back up. “Geoff, take care that she doesn’t become a pawn in your self-destructive game. She’s had a hard time.”

Archer stared at him, anger burning through his nerve endings. “My self-destructive game? What the hell, Clint? Is that what you think I’m doing?”

Clint shrugged without speaking.

He clenched his fists. “Trust me, Detective,” he growled, “I have no intention of committing Suicide by Perp. If it comes down to him or me—it’s going to be him on that cold slab in the morgue.”

“So now you’re a vigilante.”

“Get off my case. You’re the one who wanted me to protect her. You work on freeing up an officer to guard her. Meanwhile, she’s going back with me.”

“Well she’s got to come downtown first, and give us a statement.”

“Fine.”

“Good.”

Archer’s scalp burned with the fury he was struggling to hold in check. Clint had no right acting so high and mighty. The Lock Rapist case had been his before it was Clint’s. He was the one who’d failed to stop him, whose arrogance and certainty that he was doing the right thing had caused the rapist to escalate, and that had caused the death of his wife.

Keeping Resa Wade safe was his responsibility, because it was his fault that she was in danger.

RESA WATCHED the two men go head to head. She knew that Archer and Detective Banes had been partners before Archer was injured.

The two of them were alarmingly alike, and noticeably different. Both had dark hair and eyes. Both were tall—Archer was six feet, and Banes was a couple of inches taller than him. And both of them were obviously serious about their work.

Banes’s face was more rounded. His stance was more relaxed, his demeanor friendlier.

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