A Texas Christmas: True Blue / A Lawman's Christmas: A McKettricks of Texas Novel. Diana Palmer

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Название A Texas Christmas: True Blue / A Lawman's Christmas: A McKettricks of Texas Novel
Автор произведения Diana Palmer
Жанр Зарубежные любовные романы
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Издательство Зарубежные любовные романы
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isbn 9781472009074



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“I spend a lot of time on the gun range,” she replied. “I’ve been champion of my unit for two years running.”

      “Our lieutenant was certainly surprised when he found himself outdone,” he remarked.

      “He’s very nice.”

      He glared at her.

      She wondered what he had against his superior officer, but she didn’t comment. “I was told that a DEA officer is going to try to get someone to speak to General Machado about you.”

      “Yes. Gracie Pendleton will talk with him. Machado likes her.”

      “He kidnapped her!” she exclaimed. “And the man she’s now married to!”

      He nodded. “I know. He also saved her from being assaulted by one of Fuentes’s men,” he added.

      “Oh. I didn’t know that.”

      “She’s fond of him, too,” he replied. “Apparently, he makes friends even of his enemies. A couple of feds I know think he’s one of the better insurgents,” he added dryly.

      “He did install democratic government in Barrera,” she pointed out. “He instituted reforms that did away with unlawful detention and surveillance, he invited the foreign media in to oversee elections and he ousted half a dozen petty politicians who were robbing the poor and making themselves into feudal lords. From what we understand, one of those petty politicians helped Machado’s second-in-command plan the coup that ousted him.”

      “While he was out of the country negotiating trade agreements,” Rick agreed. “Stabbed in the back.”

      “Exactly. We’d love to have him back in power, but we can’t actually do anything about it,” she said quietly. “That’s where you come in.”

      “The general doesn’t even know me, let alone that I’m his biological son,” he repeated. “Even if he did, I don’t think he’s going to jump up and invite me to baseball games.”

      “Soccer,” she corrected. “He hates baseball.”

      His eyebrows lifted. “How do you know that?”

      “I have a file on him,” she said. “He likes strawberry ice cream, his favorite musical star is Marco Antonio Solís, he wears size 12 shoes and he plays classical guitar. Oh, he was an entertainer on a cruise ship in his youth.”

      “I did know about that. Not his shoe size,” he added with twinkling dark eyes.

      “He’s never been romantically linked with any particular woman,” she continued. “Although he was good friends with an American anthropologist who went to live in his country. She’d found an ancient site that was revolutionary and she was involved in a dig there. Apparently, there are some interesting ruins in Barrera.”

      “What happened to her?”

      “Nobody knows. We couldn’t even ascertain her name. What I was able to ferret out was only gossip.”

      He folded his hands on his desk. “So, you’re a fed, I’m one detective short and you’re supposed to be heading a murder investigation for me,” he said curtly. “What do I do about that?”

      “I’ve been working on it,” she protested. “I’m making progress, too. As soon as we get the DNA profile back, I may be able to make an arrest in the college freshman’s murder, and solve a cold case involving another dead coed. I have lots of information to go on, now, including eyewitness testimony that can place the suspect at the murdered woman’s apartment just before she was killed.”

      He sat up. “Nice!”

      “Thank you. I have an appointment to talk to her best friend, also, the one who took the photo that the suspect showed up in. She gave a statement to the crime scene detective that the victim had complained about visits from a man who made her uneasy.”

      “They’ll let you continue to work on my case, even though you’re a fed?”

      “Until something happens in the general’s case,” she said. “I’m keeping up appearances.”

      “You slipped through the cracks,” he translated.

      She laughed. “Thanksgiving is just over the horizon and my boss gets a lot of business done in D.C. going from one party to another with his wife.”

      “I see.”

      “When is Mrs. Pendleton going to talk to the general, did the DEA agent say?”

      He shook his head. “It’s only a work in progress right now.” He leaned back in his chair. “I thought my father was dead. My mother told me he was killed when I was just a baby. I didn’t realize I had a father who never even knew I was on the way.”

      “He loves children,” she pointed out.

      “Yes, but I’m not a child.”

      “I noticed.”

      He glared at her.

      She flushed and averted her eyes.

      He felt guilty. “Sorry. I’m not dealing with this well.”

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