Code of Justice

She hated that he made sense. Why did he have to be good at his job and so frustrating at the same time?

“What if we have to know what Kit knew to make any sense of the crash or the rest of the investigation? Shouldn’t we start there?”

He stared straight at her injured leg for several long seconds, pressing his fingers together, making a triangle with his thumbs. “Fine. We’ll start with Kit’s office in the morning. But then we’re immediately going to check out the chopper.”

She nodded. “Good.”

Suddenly her front door vibrated under the force of three solid thumps.

“Are you expecting anyone?”

She shook her head, her heart already in her throat.

Jeremy jumped, reaching under his jacket and adjusting his shoulder holster. Just as he reached the door, Heather chuckled.

“I just realized that assassins don’t usually knock.”

He laughed, too, as he peered through the peephole. She had a good point. Still, it wouldn’t hurt to be cautious. A man with dark hair stood with his hands shoved into the pockets of black slacks. “Can I help you?” Jeremy asked after cracking the door open.

“Who are you?” the other man demanded, leaning in toward the door and trying to push past Jeremy’s firm stance.

He couldn’t help the scowl that followed the man’s rudeness. “I could ask you the same question.”

“I’m Clay Kramer.” The man’s eyes turned to slits, his gaze never wavering. “Where is Heather? If you’ve hurt her, I’ll—”

“Clay, it’s okay!” Heather yelled from the couch. “Jeremy, let him in.”

A quick glance over his shoulder proved that Heather was indeed as exasperated as her voice sounded. Reluctantly Jeremy stepped back; Kramer just a blur as he ran into the room and straight for Heather. Kramer’s suit wrinkled as he knelt before the suddenly teary-eyed Heather, who wrapped her arms around the intruder and tucked her face into his neck.

Why hadn’t she told Jeremy that she had a boyfriend? It seemed like it should have come up in their discussion about his staying on her couch.

A jealous boyfriend was exactly what he didn’t need to get this case solved. He’d be slowed down, and Heather would inevitably be distracted. And those were absolutely the only reasons why he felt something drop in the pit of his stomach at the sight of Heather nestling so naturally in another man’s arms.

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