Jaci Burton - Hope Flames

“Sonofabitch. Your dog bit me,” the suspect said.

“Cry me a river. You’re done, dickhead,” Luke said, grabbing the guy and pulling his arms behind him. He heard the sirens and the slamming of doors. “We’re back here!” he hollered.

Several uniforms ran back, and Luke got off the suspect so the uniforms could cuff him. Winded, he leaned over and laid his hands on his knees to suck in some oxygen.

“Good job, Boomer,” Luke said, giving him lavish praise. Boomer ate it up. It wasn’t often they could do a chase like this, but Luke loved being the one to take this bastard down.

“Need a ride back to your truck, old man?” Evan asked, patting him on the back.

“Fuck off,” Luke said, laughing and coughing. “And yeah, a ride would be great. My legs feel like Jell-o right now. This kid can run like an Olympic sprinter.”

They pulled the hoodie off the suspect. Bright yellow hair. Though he wasn’t a kid. Early twenties, maybe. Fit the description Emma had given from the night she’d seen him. And he had a backpack filled with drugs that he’d just ripped off from Dorson’s Pharmacy.

After they processed the scene, Luke drove to the precinct to give his statement.

“Good damn job, McCormack,” his captain said, patting him on the back.

“Thanks. But Boomer took him down. I just got lucky spotting him when I was driving down the street.”

“Great job, Boomer,” the captain said, scratching Boomer’s head.

Boomer loved the kudos he got from all the cops. Luke was glad the asshole was off the streets. Now they could figure out who the hell he was and find his drug stash.

After Luke finished at the precinct, he went to his apartment.

“Boomer,” he said, petting his dog and crouching down to give him a good ear scratch. “You did so good tonight. I’m so proud of you.”

Boomer knew he’d done well. Luke could see the pride in the way he held his ears erect and the way he sat.

After a treat and some water, the two of them went to bed. Luke, at least, was exhausted.

The next day Luke went in to work follow-up on the case. They’d interviewed the suspect, who of course had lawyered up, but they’d fingerprinted him, and one Bobby Tinter had a record that went all the way back to his juvvie days. Drugs, breaking and entering, auto theft—he was a real prize. He was also connected to some very big drug rings out of state, which was likely why he was hitting the pharmacies.

They hadn’t pinned him earlier because he had an Arkansas address. Turned out Bobby was staying with a cousin in the Hope area. Luke figured Bobby had conned his cousin into letting him stay there, and then targeted a small town like Hope to make inroads into the drug ring by organizing several hits on businesses that carried drugs on their premises. With no one to connect him to the burglaries, he would shimmy out of town in a month or so with the booty and work his way up the ladder of the organization.

Too bad he’d gotten caught. There were stashes of drugs in the cousin’s house, though the cousin had clammed up and said he had no idea what Bobby had been doing.

Ah, family loyalty. Whether the cousin had been in on it or not remained to be seen until they investigated further. Either way, Bobby was going away for a long time. Luke was satisfied they had a solid case against him.

It was great to at least get something resolved.

Now if he could get his personal life settled, he’d be happy.

Though he didn’t think that situation was going to tie itself up with a bow and resolve itself as easily as Bobby had last night.

Some things required more work.

But some things were worth it.

Emma was. He just had to figure out how to make that work, how to get past her fears and the awkwardness that had settled between them.

And again, his hands were tied because it wasn’t his call to make.

So right now, there was nothing he could do.

Except wait. And for a guy who was a man of action, that was damn hard to do.

On his break he went to Bert’s for some coffee and something to eat.

“Hey, hero,” Anita said, sliding a cup of coffee in front of him. “We heard you solved the burglary case.”

Bert himself came out to pat him on the back.

“I didn’t do it. Boomer took him down.”

“I’ll have to make Boomer a special treat, then,” Bert said.

“A special cinnamon roll, just for you.” Anita grinned as she placed the whopper of a roll in front of him.

He was going to be miserable in his cruiser for the rest of the day after eating that cinnamon roll.

And didn’t it just figure that Emma stopped in just as everyone asked him to tell them about the bust last night.

“Hey,” Emma said. “I heard you caught the guy. Congratulations.”

“Thanks. Boomer did most of the heavy work.”

She laughed. “Good for Boomer. But I have a feeling you did your part, too.”

At that point, he wasn’t sure if everyone in the diner was more interested in the story about chasing down and busting the suspect or watching the way he and Emma circled each other.

“So? Tell us how it all went down?” someone asked. “Did Boomer leap fences? Did you leap fences? I heard it all took place in backyards.”

After taking a sip of coffee, Luke told his story, giving Boomer all the credit. “Then I just showed up, called Boomer off, and the rest of Hope’s finest came in and cuffed him.”

A round of applause followed. “He was a shifty fellow and hard to catch,” Bert said, giving Luke a paper bag. “That’s for Boomer.”

“Thanks. He’ll appreciate it.”

Everyone went back to their own tables, except Emma, who took a seat at his. “I know you must be really happy to have caught the guy.”

She looked so cute in her scrubs, her hair pulled into a high ponytail. He wanted to grab her and kiss her, which only frustrated him more because of where they currently were in their non-relationship.

“Yeah. It’s a big relief for the entire department.”

“I’m glad you’re okay, and that Boomer’s okay. Did the guy have a weapon on him?”

“He had a gun in his backpack, but he never pulled it during the pursuit. I think he was too busy running.”

“Thank God. You’re like the town hero today.”

Luke laughed and took another swallow of coffee. “I think Boomer’s the town hero this morning. And he’s eating up all the attention.”

“Deservedly so.” She looked down at her phone. “I should get back to work. Congratulations again, Luke.”

“Thanks, Em.” She didn’t seem to be in a hurry to leave, so he asked, “Are you doing all right?”

“Yes, I’m . . . fine. Thanks for asking. I guess I’ll see you around.”

“I’m sure you will.”

She stood.

“Em?”

She looked down at him. “Yes?”

“If you need anything. Call me.”

There was a sadness in her eyes. “I’ll do that.”

He really hated watching her walk away.

But he didn’t know what to do about it.

“OH, EMMA, WHY didn’t you tell us this had happened?”

“That’s it. I’m moving into your house tonight,” her father said.

She’d resisted having this conversation for days. She knew telling her parents about Vaughn would worry her mother and kick her father’s protective instincts into overdrive.

“Dad. You’re not moving into my house. And I didn’t tell you right when it happened precisely for this reason. Because, Mom, your ulcer would start acting up and you’d stop sleeping, and, Dad, you’d want to camp outside my door.”

Her dad ran his fingers through his hair. “Well, dammit. What do you expect me to do? He threatened you before. Hell, he did worse than that. I told you what I’d do to that sonofabitch if he ever came near you again.”