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“If I do help you, and I’m not saying I will, you’d owe me.”
It was only fair she ask for something in return. She might be dedicated to the job, but she wasn’t going to let him use that knowledge to push his work off on her.
His eyes lit up. “Sounds intriguing. What did you have in mind?”
Definitely not what his expression suggested, which probably included wild fun. She couldn’t imagine Dante living life any other way. And why was she reading anything into it? He was so far out of her league. Besides, her one experience with an almost work romance had crashed and burned. She didn’t care to replay that mistake ever again.
“My request would be that when we work together on a case, you listen to me.”
He tilted his head. Sized her up. “I don’t listen to you?”
“It’s not so much me as other officers you’ve worked with. You have a bit of a rep.”
Brows beetled over his eyes. “A rep?”
Like he didn’t know it. “You aren’t exactly a team player.”
“I get the job done.”
The edge in his voice told her she’d touched a nerve. “Let’s face it, you do rush into situations.”
“When it’s called for.”
Great, the chummy coworker was gone. He had his cop face on now.
A loud cough from behind drew their attention from the conversation and back to the lieutenant.
“How about we table this discussion and revisit it later?” she suggested.
He nodded, then strode away.
“Every time,” she muttered under her breath. Whenever she’d mentioned his...flaw, he withdrew. Because she called him on it? Or was he well aware and embarrassed? After all, he had cost the department an important case.
Hitching her shoulders back, she headed for her desk, ready to get some work done before any calls came in. The Palm Cove PD wasn’t huge. A two-story structure, the bottom floor was the command center of the building. Desks for officers were located on one side of a waist-high wall, the detective’s area on the other. Half of the desks were occupied, with low voices from fellow officers making follow-up calls or the slow tap, tap, tap of others writing up reports on a computer, and the remaining surfaces were littered with files and paperwork or messages.
A front desk situated behind glass in the lobby spanned one side of the building with a wall separating it from the officers’ desks; a holding cell took up the complete other side. Burned coffee emanated from a small kitchenette down the hallway in which they’d just stood.
Upstairs held administrative offices, including the chief’s domain. As the town grew, thankfully so did the budget. There were fifteen officers employed right now.
She’d just dropped the files on her desk when a chirpy voice waylaid her.
“Girl, we need to talk.”
Eloise turned to find Brandy Cummings resting a curvy hip on the side of the desk. In her midtwenties, she’d been hired fresh out of college, taking over the crime scene investigation position Eloise had vacated when she’d become a detective. Brandy was eager, smart and knew every detail of what went on in the department, official and personal. Eloise admired that. Physically, Brandy was the exact opposite of Eloise’s willowy shape and studious demeanor. And yet despite their different approaches to the job—hers methodical and well thought out, Brandy’s spontaneous but effective—Eloise wasn’t surprised when they’d become good friends.
“I overheard Lieutenant Chambers on the phone talking to someone about the sergeant position.”
Eloise glanced around them. “You know you shouldn’t do that.”
“Do what?”
“Listen in on private conversations.”
Brandy swiped a nonchalant hand through the air. “You need to know. He mentioned your name.”
Her heart accelerated.
“And Dante Matthews.”
And then came to a screeching halt.
“Dante? I’m surprised. The lieutenant doesn’t like Dante.”
“That’s for sure.” Brandy chuckled. tossing her thick, black hair over her shoulder. “Chambers calls him a danger and a disgrace. I swear I’ve seen his eye twitch when Dante’s name is mentioned.”
“That’s harsh.” Even if the danger part rang true.
Brandy shrugged. “Which means you’ll get the promotion.”
“I don’t know,” Eloise hedged. Even though she wanted the job. More than anything.
The rumors of the promotion had been circling the department for weeks, especially since they had yet to fill the sergeant position left open by a recent transfer. She’d passed the civil exam without a problem, made sure Chambers was informed of her grade and made her desire to be considered for the position known, then secretly kept her fingers crossed that she’d be offered the chance to move up in rank. She’d been on the Palm Cove police force for four out of her six years as a police officer, a detective for two, and hoped her experience weighed into the decision making.
“Chambers respects you.”
Eloise straightened the files and other office supplies positioned on her compulsively neat desktop. “That’s because I do my job and get my reports in on time.”
“And you work well with everyone. You’re good at supervising and making decisions.”
“So is Dante.” She remembered his earlier request. “Well, everything but desk duty, that is.”
“Yes, but you are the complete opposite of reckless.”
She stilled. “You say that like it’s a bad thing.”
“No. I mean, I’ve learned a ton from you. But sometimes you have to think outside the box. Dante has that ability in spades.”
Eloise frowned. “I could be reckless.”
Brandy burst out in a merry laugh. “Oh, honey.”
“Really, I could,” Eloise fumed. “Watch me.”
Brandy merely patted her on the arm and strolled away to start a conversation with a patrol officer who’d just walked in.
Who was she kidding? She plopped down into her chair.
Reckless was not a word she’d use to describe herself. She always had to push herself out of her comfort zone, especially since becoming a cop, and she was extremely proud of herself.
Now she had a chance to move up the ranks. Make a name for herself. Show her parents she’d made the right decision by forgoing a career in academics, like they’d wanted, and pursuing a degree in criminal investigation. A job she loved, with a possible promotion in her future.
The phone on her desk rang. She picked it up on the third ring, infusing an authoritative tone into her voice. “Detective Archer.”
“Eloise, it’s Tom Bailey over in Palm Beach. Got a minute?”
“Sure.”
She’d run into Tom, also a detective, at different police functions, since Palm Cove, located on the east coast of Florida along the Atlantic, was twenty miles north of Palm Beach. Actually, she’d applied to the Palm Beach PD when she’d sent out résumés, but Palm Cove had offered her a position first. Maybe one day she’d consider moving, but she liked it here and had the promotion to consider.
“We picked up a teen the other night. Lives in your area. Pulled him over while joyriding in a stolen car.”
Teen car thefts were a growing problem. Auto theft was bad enough, but the underage drivers usually crashed while the police were in pursuit. It seemed they got at least half a dozen calls a month from folks who’d discovered their cars were stolen.
“So what do you need from us?”
“It’s not really what I need, more of a heads-up. We’re cracking down on the problem here and hope we can share information in the future.”
“You know I’m happy to work together. This isn’t a problem that’s going away anytime soon.”
“I figured you did the research.”
How could she not? She’d had multiple cases on the offense, but what made it frustrating was that the underage kids were sent to juvenile detention, then released within hours or a few short days, only to become repeat offenders. Bragging rights could be found all over social media, which the department monitored, with kids posting pictures with key fobs around their necks like trophies or snaps of the speedometer when these kids drove in excess of one hundred miles per hour down the road. Worst-case scenario was if one of the kids found a weapon in a car they’d stolen, an added prize that propelled the legend they’d spread online.
“Have you noticed an increase in activity?” she asked, wondering about a possible connection. In Palm Cove, stolen cars tended to be more midpriced than high-end, but still, people weren’t happy when their mode of transportation disappeared. Worse, when the vehicle was found after a wreck, the owner had impound and insurance hassles ahead of them.
“There’s a small uptick.”
“Okay, well, I’ll keep you informed if I learn anything helpful.”
“Great. So, ah, are you attending the Maniacal Mudder charity run this weekend at Soldier Park?”
“I don’t think so.” She tried to attend police benefits in the surrounding cities, but didn’t always make every one, especially those that included running. Or mud. Who got enjoyment out of scaling obstacles while trying to keep their balance sprinting through a world of wet dirt? Her colleagues loved the challenge, but it made her shudder. The idea of landing face-first in a puddle of goop, losing her glasses and trying to blindly make it to the finish line gave her nightmares. She’d considered it once, when Dante taunted her about tagging along, but wisely chose to stay on the sidelines in the end. She was a much better cheerleader than participant.
“If you change your mind, maybe we can form a team. It’s not too late to sign up.”
Team up? Did he know her? She was anything but athletic.
“Sorry, Tom. I’m going to pass.”
“But you are going?”
“Um... I’ll try.”
“Then we can hang out. There’s a barbecue after the run.”
“I’ll see what I can do.” She noticed a movement from the corner of her eye. The lieutenant ushered Dante into his office while Dante briskly knotted his tie before entering the room.
“Listen, I need to run. We’ll talk another time.”
“Sure. Ah, have a good day.”
“I will.”
She hung up, her attention already focused on the drama sure to play out on the other side of the office door. Brandy rolled over in a chair from a nearby desk.
“It’s gonna hit the fan now.” She practically squealed in delight. “I’d love to be a fly on the wall.”
So would Eloise, not that she’d admit it out loud.
Having previously seen Dante’s face when the lieutenant spoke to him, reading his body language had become second nature to her. Not only because of the annoying attraction, ugh, but because she always thought Dante made a good cop. If he could temper his restlessness, that is. He was smart, but he couldn’t stand still to save his life. Was it a lifelong problem? Was he one of those guys who craved an adrenaline rush? Questions like that popped into her head from time to time, especially when he got himself into hot water with the commanding officers. And he and Chambers were definitely oil and water.
“Do you think he’ll suspend Dante?”
Eloise hoped not. He was too valuable on the job, when he wasn’t making rash decisions. “I have no idea.”
“Desk duty?”
“He’s already on that.”
“Then what?”
“I’m not going to guess.” She met Brandy’s gaze. “And you shouldn’t, either. It’s none of our business.”
Brandy pouted. “Can’t help it. Office politics have always intrigued me.”
“Don’t you have a crime scene to investigate?”
“As a matter of fact, I do. I was hoping to hold off a few more minutes to see the outcome.”
Eloise held back an eye roll. “If you don’t leave now, someone will report you.”
“Not Sam,” Brandy said, referring to the patrolman currently working the same case as Brandy. “He likes me.”
“Not if his job is on the line.”
“True.” Brandy stood and rolled the chair back. “Let me know what happens.”
As if she’d be privy to the details. Dante could be very closemouthed when need be.
She watched Brandy hurry away, reminded that she had plenty of calls of her own to make. If she wanted to get the promotion, she needed to worry about herself, not the meeting going on in the lieutenant’s office.
* * *
“YOU NEARLY COST us on your last assignment, Matthews.”
“I went over it with you. It was unexpected. Stone caught on when he saw the police cruiser stopped outside the house. It was either reveal the op early or lose it all.”
“You know the only saving grace is the fact that the sheriff’s department has an ongoing investigation with related drug dealers.”
