âTurn around,â I told the guy. âPut your hands behind your back.â
âNow wait just a minute.â Clint stepped up close, though his towering over me didnât so much intimidate me as excite me. âThis collar is mine.â
â My partner took him down.â
âAnd my horse took a hit to the ass.â
Our gazes locked in a challenge, his eyes searing into me like lasers. Though I fought to control them, my breaths came hard and fast. But when Clint ran his tongue over his lips in overt seduction, a laugh escaped me and I acquiesced.
âAll right.â I stepped back to allow Clint to cuff the guy. âIf you need this collar that bad you can have him.â
The deputy pulled out his cuffs and slipped them onto the guyâs wrists. Click-click.
Before hauling the guy off, he gave me a sly smile. âNice doing business with yaâ.â A wink followed. âDonât think Iâve forgotten about that ride.â
Heck, I hadnât forgotten about it, either.
As Clint headed off with his horse on one side, his prisoner on the other, the crowd dispersed. A dispatcherâs voice came over my shoulder-mounted radio. âOfficer needed at the arena ladiesâ room.â
The male cops on site quickly deferred to me, their voices coming through loud and clear over the radio.
âSounds like a job for you, Luz,â one said.
âGirl problems,â said another. âIâm out.â
Derek was even more direct. âAinât no way in hell Iâm going in a ladiesâ room.â
I rolled my eyes and pushed the mic button. âIâm on it.â
Minutes later, Brigit and I found a blond, fiftyish woman dressed in upscale western attire standing outside the ladiesâ room. Her skin bore a light flush, as if sheâd had a glass or two of wine. Tipsy, but not drunk.
Brigit snuffled around for a moment on the floor around the womanâs feet, then raised her head high, her nose wriggling. She looked off down the hall.
âSomebody stole my purse!â the woman cried. âIt was hanging on the hook in the stall and then a hand reached over andââshe threw her hands into the air in a magical poof gestureââit was gone!â
âDid you see the person who took it?â
âOnly her hand.â
âWas there anything identifiable about her hand or arm that you noticed? A ring maybe? A tattoo or scar? The color of her sleeve?â
The woman squinted in concentration. âI think her sleeve was dark. Leather, maybe? And it seemed like maybe her nails were painted pink. But it happened so fast itâs hard to say for sure.â
I nodded to let her know I understood. âWhen you exited the stall, was there anyone else in the bathroom?â
âTwo girls,â she said. âI told them my purse had been stolen and asked if theyâd seen the person whoâd come out of the stall next to me. Both said no. Theyâd been washing their hands and hadnât gotten a good look. Iâd called out when I saw the thief take my purse but I guess the girls couldnât hear me hollering over the sound of the running water.â
âAny chance one of them could have taken it? Maybe hidden it inside their coat?â
The woman shook her head again. âThey were both in jeans and those fitted knit jackets the young ones wear these days. There wouldnât have been anywhere for them to hide my purse.â
âThese girls,â I said. âHow old were they? Teens? Younger?â
âNo, not that young,â the woman said. âIâd say they were in their mid to late twenties.â
I supposed that would make them âgirlsâ to a woman her age, though I was in my mid-twenties, too, and considered myself a full-fledged woman. Hear me roar. âWhat did you do then?â
âI tried to run after the thief. Took me a second or two to get around the
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