Harmony's Way (25 page)

He turned to her slowly. She was staring straight ahead, her features perfectly composed, but he could feel the pain radiating from her.

“Someone saw you leave the house,” he said softly. “They used your need to run to frame you for a murder that’s going to bring Jonas down on your ass. You’re not alone anymore, Harmony. It’s not you against the world. It’s both of us. And maybe it’s time you start considering that.”

She was going to drive him to a stroke if this happened on a regular basis. Deliberately placing her life in danger, knowing the odds were stacked against her, and pitting herself against them anyway.

He wasn’t experienced enough in the messages the wind brought him; he had yet to take his grandfather up on the training that would aid him in calling the wind to him. Until he knew he could protect her, knew the winds would call to him if she was away from him, in enough time to save her, then he couldn’t relax.

As he turned the Raider onto the main road, he glanced at her silent profile. She was so fucking used to being alone, to answering to no one. This would be hard on her, and once she learned she had conceived, it would be even harder on both of them.

Restraining the need to return home, to reassure her, Lance pressed his foot to the gas pedal instead and sped to the Mason home. The evidence against her could be too easily used. And Lance knew Jonas; he would use it. Whatever he wanted from Harmony, this would play right into his plans.

———

The wound was consistent with the bartender’s. Harmony hunched down and tilted her head, staring at where the cut began. From left to right, beginning just under the left ear and ending in an upward angle just below the right ear. The murderer was strong, strong enough to hold Tommy Mason still by his head while he made the cut.

From the angle, she could tell Mason’s head had been tilted back against something.

Harmony braced her forearms on her knees and narrowed her eyes as she tracked the wound. It was very neatly made, precise. The blade was most definitely a K-bar, but it hadn’t been specially modified. Her blade held an edge that even the Special Forces members who carried them didn’t attain.

Someone hadn’t done their homework. But it didn’t surprise her that she was being framed. Someone knew she was here, which meant Jonas hadn’t found his little spy at Sanctuary.

“You know, that position is just wrong on so many levels, Harmony.”

Harmony lifted her gaze to Lance as he stepped into the bedroom, eyeing her as she straddled Mason’s body.

“The lighting is better,” she murmured. “Someone isn’t taking proper care of their blade. Come here.”

He stepped over to the body.

Harmony used the pencil she had borrowed from a deputy earlier and pointed close to the jagged tear of the otherwise neat upper slice.

“There’s a knick in his blade. A pretty good one. If you noticed earlier…”

“I noticed…” His voice overcut her words.

She gave him a quizzical look, meeting the narrowing of his gaze. She nodded slowly. Was the room bugged? She stared around the bare bedroom. There was a double bed; the sheets were filthy, the blankets torn. In a corner was a small dresser, other than that, the room was empty.

“Dave said Tommy Mason’s stats show him as exactly…” She checked her notebook. “Five feet, eleven inches. Your killer is six-four. Based on the angle of the bartender’s wound, as well as this one, there won’t be more than an inch plus or minus margin there.”

She stared down closely at Tommy Mason once again.

“There are no defensive wounds on his hands, so he didn’t have time to fight. The attack came from the back, definitely. The angle is different if you attack from the front. And there’s a very faint earthy scent on his body. It’s not natural to his particular stink. I’m guessing your killer spent some time lying in damp ground before he came in.”

“Liza said Tommy hustled them into the basement so he could meet with someone. Someone he didn’t want them to see. She said he was prone to do that though.”

“No witnesses.” She nodded. “It saved her life.”

She rose to her feet slowly.

“Is the killer a Breed?” Lance asked as she stepped clear.

“Doubtful. Breeds can’t cover their natural scent if they touch anything. Whoever killed him was holding him real close and personal for several seconds. The scent would still be on his clothes.”

“I have a report of a Breed who can hide that scent.” He posed the idea carefully. “When needed.”

Harmony shrugged. “There’s a few cases where scent was able to be temporarily disguised by a Breed. But not like this.” She waved her hand to the body. “To hide all traces the Breed would have had to attack from the front. This was a sneak attack. And he held his victim for a second or two, savored the kill.”

Lance glanced back at the body. “The blood on the front of his clothes,” he said. “If the killer had dropped him immediately, it would have run in a different pattern.”

“Yep.” She stuck the pencil the deputy had given her behind her ear before brushing her hands off and staring around the room again. “Whoever it was is careful though.” She pointed to the open window. “All the windows have been opened just enough to allow the air to circulate well, diffusing scents. He was going to make certain he couldn’t be detected by me.”

There were ways to hide from another Breed, tricks she had learned over the years in her battle to stay at least one step ahead of the Coyotes.

“We have a footprint beneath the window you went through the other night, but nothing else. He’s careful, Harmony. Too damned careful.”

The window could be coincidence, but hell, she just didn’t believe in coincidences. Someone besides her friendly neighborhood Bureau Lion Breed was watching her.

“He knew I was out of the house this morning,” she mused, keeping her voice low as Lance leaned in closer to her. “How many of these assholes are watching me anyway? It’s a wonder they aren’t tripping over each other. There’s no way the killer could have been watching and then set up a meeting. No time. He would have needed a partner.”

“No doubt. Liza said Tommy hadn’t expected the meeting,” Lance said before asking, “Are you finished here?”

She breathed out silently. “I can’t find anything, Lance. Whoever did this is being damned careful so far. He knows the tricks.”

And something about that tugged at her memory. It was like a subtle itch just between her shoulder blades. An awareness, a familiarity she wasn’t certain of.

She had perfect recall; her memory was a tool in and of itself. It wasn’t a photographic memory, but Harmony did not forget details. Until now.

“Let’s get to the office then and get the report filed. David has the investigation, and until something else breaks, you’re off patrol.”

“But Jonas…”

“Fuck Jonas,” Lance snarled as they left the house, his hand lying against her lower back, as his big body seemed to hover over her. “I’ll deal with him.”

“I hear he’s a wham-bam man; you wouldn’t enjoy the experience I don’t believe.” She turned her hand over, checked her nails, then preceded him to the Raider.

“A wham-bam man,” he repeated slowly. “God, I didn’t need that thought in my head.” He seemed to shudder as she opened the vehicle door and jumped inside.

As Harmony moved to close the door, Lance stepped between it and the seat, bending to stare back at her. She met his gaze evenly, wondering if the anger simmering inside her showed in her eyes.

Perhaps she shouldn’t be angry. If he wanted to accept Death and Harmony together, who was she to complain?

“Out with it before we get to the office,” he ordered, his voice deepening into that alpha tone that seemed to click in her brain and her pussy at the same time.

“Out with what?” Harmony glared back at him. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“That’s why you’re on the edge of hissing?” he grunted. “Don’t bother lying to me, Harmony.”

“Why, because the wind is going to tell you the truth?”

“Oh baby, I don’t need the damned wind to whisper that one.” He pushed his face closer to hers, anger simmering in his gaze. “I can look at your face and tell when you’re lying to me.”

She pressed her lips together stubbornly. The way he’d acted this morning, that was hard to believe.

“Now would be a good time to start speaking,” he snapped. “Because that look just makes me hard, and it makes me just determined enough to consider fucking the answer out of you.”

She almost moaned at the thought of the pleasure. Between one breath and the next her body heated, and searing arousal began to pound through her blood.

Praying he couldn’t see the response in her face, she continued to stare back at him silently. Thankfully, she was able to hold back her hiss.

She wouldn’t forget that he hadn’t believed her when she denied killing Mason. She had seen the suspicion in his eyes, and heard it in his response. No matter what he said now, he hadn’t believed her then.

It’s enough for me
. As though it wouldn’t be enough in the face of the evidence for anyone else.

“Harmony…” He drew her name out warningly.

“Hadn’t we better head to the office?” she asked, keeping her voice cold. “As you said, Jonas will be arriving soon and I have a report to write.”

Frustration filled his expression as his hand tightened on the door frame. A muscle jumped in his jaw before he stepped back and slammed the door closed, then stalked around the Raider. Arrogant male. She didn’t lie—well, except to Jonas, maybe. And sometimes Dane.

She pursed her lips. Okay, she wasn’t above lying if it served her purpose. But not to Lance and not about this. For the first time in her life someone had wanted to be something with her, rather than just wanting something from her. She wouldn’t betray that, no matter what he thought.

Dammit, she was making herself crazy over something she shouldn’t even be worried with. After all, he was stuck with her, right? It wasn’t like he could mate someone else, could he? If one followed the example in nature, lions only mated once.

Maybe it was something she needed to find out about. Braden would know; she could ask him about it.

“Harmony, that look on your face…”

“Have you ever gone parking?” She was starting to burn with arousal. Not the mating heat arousal, but a need vastly different. This was more natural, freer. She could deny it, if she wanted to. The problem was, she didn’t want to.

“Parking?” His expression was a bit confused.

“Yeah. Taking a woman out in the desert and parking and actually doing it in the Raider?”

He wiped his hand over his face.

“You’re mad at me because I haven’t taken you parking?” he asked carefully.

“No. I’m angry over something much more important.”

She waved the question aside. “I’m curious about the parking.”

“Curious how?” he asked as he pulled the Raider out onto the main road.

“Well, I’ve never gone parking.” She turned to him, crossing her legs as she stretched her arm between the seats and rested her hand at his nape. Her nails raked over the tough, weather-roughened flesh.

He shivered.

Harmony licked her lips at the response.

“One of these days,” he sighed, “I swear, I’m going to spank you.”

She let her fingers rake through the lower layer of his long hair.

“Would I like that?”

“Why are you angry at me, Harmony?” He glanced over at her, the gentleness in his eyes, the flush of arousal in his face, weakening her. “You’re not curious about the parking or the spanking. Yet. You’re hurt. How did I hurt you?”

The knowledge that he had seen so easily into her ruse to distract him with his sexuality had her chest clenching in emotion.

“You didn’t believe in me,” she whispered, breathing in deeply as she fought back the hurt. “I needed you to believe in me.”

“Harmony…”

“Sheriff Jacobs, we have a situation here.” Lenny’s voice came through the radio as Lance spoke her name. “Mr. Wyatt has just landed with three of his enforcers, demanding to see Deputy Lancaster, and Alonzo has a crowd gathered outside the entrance. You better get here fast.”

Lance’s lip curled in fury as he activated the link on the steering wheel. “We’re headed in. We’ll pull to the back and use the entrance there. Escort the Bureau boys to my office and check for a protest permit on Alonzo’s group. If they don’t have one, arrest them.”

“Arrest them?” Lenny sounded less than certain that he had heard right.

“Arrest every damned one of them,” Lance barked. “I’ll deal with them when I get to them. Jacobs out.”

“Let the fun begin,” Harmony murmured, turning back to face the front of the vehicle as Lance shot her a dark look.

“Son of a bitch!” he cursed under his breath. “I knew I shouldn’t have answered the phone this morning.”

CHAPTER 19

The back entrance to the Sheriff’s Department swung open the minute Lance pulled the Raider to a hard stop in the parking slot, no more than ten feet from the door.

Protestors and journalists were surging around the side of the building as Harmony followed him and moved quickly into the building.

“They have a permit, Sheriff.” Lenny was sweating as frustration lined his rounded face. “Somehow they got the mayor to sign it.”

“Weasel,” Lance snarled as he placed his hand at Harmony’s back and led her to his office. “Keep them out of the damned department. Are Wyatt and his crew here?”

“In your office. With their lawyer.” Lenny nodded.

Harmony tensed, her hand falling to her weapon. The fact that Jonas had brought his lawyer couldn’t mean anything good. Jess Warden was a barracuda; Harmony had seen that when Jonas held her in the cells at Sanctuary. She knew Breed Law like the back of her hand and had become well acquainted in working it.

“Let’s get this the hell over with,” Lance snapped as they moved to the door.

At the last second, he pushed her behind him and threw the door open.

Jonas was waiting for them. Merc, Rule and Lawe carried their short automatic rifles with casual readiness. They were dressed in the black enforcer mission uniforms, their expressions hard, emotionless. Harmony’s hand tightened on her weapon as she stepped into the office behind Lance.