Leann Harris - Shotgun Bride

Several comments were shouted at Hawk, none of which complimented his profession.

“Next time y’all want your butts pulled out of a sling, I’ll remind you of your comments.”

Laughter floated through the area.

“You through?” Hawk pointedly asked Ash.

“I went by the hospital this morning after you and Renee left. I thought I’d try to see if she could remember anything new.”

“I took her to work. Julie is undercover there as Renee’s secretary. I thought I’d check if you had any leads on the shooting,” Hawk began.

“Not a thing. There’s no pattern of robberies around that building. No muggings or thefts. It’s so squeaky clean, there aren’t even any parking tickets issued at that site.”

Hawk didn’t think much would turn up. He pulled a chair to Ash’s desk and sat. “So, it looks like the shooter was after Renee.”

“That’s what it looks like.”

There was another reason Hawk came down here. “Ash, I need a favor. I need a best man this Saturday.”

Ash leaned forward. “Best man as in—wedding?”

“You got it.”

“You’re kidding, right?”

Hawk didn’t respond.

“You’re getting married? And who’s this lucky bride?” Ash knew of Hawk’s split with Renee, and over the past two months had wisely not mentioned it.

“Renee Girouard.”

“I think you’ve been keeping a lot of things under your hat. You want to tell me about it?”

Ash deserved to know what was going on. Hawk explained about Renee’s situation and how Emory had asked for his help.

“That’s taking loyalty mighty far, isn’t it?” Ash asked.

“She’s pregnant.”

His bark of laughter rang through the room. “Oh, this gets better and better.”

Hawk didn’t need Ash preaching to him. Ash had his share of women problems and knew what Hawk’s exwife had put him through. “You want to be the best man or give me a sermon?”

Grinning, Ash slapped Hawk on the back. “It’ll be my pleasure.”

“I hope I can say the same.”

Ash’s grin didn’t diminish.

“You look like a fool,” Hawk complained.

Ash shrugged.

“I also need the name of that friend of yours, the ex-cop who’s gone into P.I. work. I want him to check out members of Emory’s family. We’re going to need to get a clearer picture of those folks to see if there’s something we can pick up on.”

“His name is Greyson Wilkins. Hang on, I’ve got his card here in my desk.” Ash opened the desk drawer and rummaged through it. “Ah, here it is.” He gave Hawk the card. “Grey’s a thorough guy.”

“Thanks, Ash.”

“When is this big event on Saturday?” Ash inquired.

“Ten in the morning. I was also needing another favor.”

“Shoot.”

“I’ll also need for you to go with us to the lawyer’s office afterward. If there are any questions about legalities, I want you as an expert. Also, plan on attending the reception. Emory’s going to announce to his family about Renee. We’ll need all the cops we can get.”

“You all are going to rattle a lot of cages, aren’t you?”

“Yeah. Probably ought to hire every off-duty cop in the city to handle the riot those folks are going to create.”

“You got it, pal.”

Hawk stood. “Thanks, Ash. I knew I could count on you.”

As he walked away, he heard Ash mumble, “Oh, how the mighty have fallen.”

Hawk couldn’t have agreed more. But Renee’s safety and his child’s safety were more important than any embarrassment he felt.

Once back in his office, Hawk called the P.I.

“Wilkins Investigations, Greyson Wilkins.” The man who answered the phone wasn’t an advertisement for warm and friendly.

“Mr. Wilkins, my name is Matthew Hawkins. I’m Tony Ashcroft’s ex-partner.”

“Are you the partner who became a lawyer?”

“That’s me.” Hawk quickly explained the situation to Grey. “Can you check into the activities of Emory’s family. I need to know if any of them have outstanding debts or bad habits that are demanding a huge flow of capital.”

“I can do that.”

“Discreetly?”

“No problem. Where can I get in touch with you?”

Hawk gave his office number.

“I’ll give you a call in a week, tell you what I’ve turned up.”

“There’s one more thing I want you to do. I want you to do a thorough investigation of my fiancée, Renee Girouard.”

Grey paused. “Is there something you suspect that I might need to know about?”

“No, but I don’t want any surprises from ex-boyfriends or friends claiming they know about a scandal, once everyone knows about her inheritance. I want to be able to stop any sort of blackmail cold, with facts.”

Grey took down the essential facts on Renee’s life. “I’ll look into it.”

Hawk hung up the phone. He hoped Grey could turn up a lead. They were due for a break.

Renee glanced up from her desk to see Hawk standing in the doorway of her office. Her breath caught, and her stomach fluttered. She ought not to have this schoolgirl reaction every time she saw the man.

“It’s time to quit,” he commented.

“Since when did you become the time monitor?”

He quietly closed the door and walked to her desk. “Since you got shot.”

It was an ugly truth that she didn’t want to think about. “Have you talked to Detective Ashcroft today?”

“Yeah, we talked. They were able to dig a slug out of the garage wall. It was sent to the lab, but I wouldn’t hope for too much. It was mangled.”

The door opened. “Renee, here’s the—” Jackie Francis, Emory’s secretary, stopped when she saw Hawk. A grin curved her mouth. “I hear congratulations are in order, Matthew.”

“Emory told you?”

“I made the wedding arrangements.”

“Thanks, Jackie.”

“I will say when Emory asked me to make the arrangements, I couldn’t believe it.” The fifty-year-old grandmother shook her head. “Not after that girl in accounting went out with you last year. She said you were very adamant about no commitments.”

Hawk folded his arms over his chest, and a shuttered look entered his eyes. Renee was sure many a suspect had gotten that glare from Hawk, and it had probably broken them. Now he probably used it when questioning witnesses in the courtroom. It didn’t seem to faze Jackie.

After an uncomfortable silence, Renee asked, “Jackie, what was it you wanted?”

“Oh, here’s the report you asked for. Margaret down in accounting wasn’t too happy about doing it.”

“Tell her thanks for her work.”

Jackie smiled at Renee. “Just ignore Mr. I’m-the-Toughest-Guy-on-the-Block. I saw him with chicken pox. He’s human.” With that parting shot, she sailed into the hall.

A smile tugged at the corner of Renee’s mouth. She glanced at him and saw him scowling at the doorway.

“Chicken pox? How old were you?”

“Twenty. You ready to leave?”

“I’ll be ready once I lock my filing cabinet.” Within minutes they were walking out of the building. As they passed an open office, Stacy and Todd, Emory’s niece and nephew, emerged from the interior.

“Hawk, what are you doing here?” Stacy asked. Her gaze narrowed, going from Hawk to Renee.

“I’m picking Renee up after the shooting incident the other night.”

Stacy glanced at the gauze on Renee’s temple. “I heard about the incident. There was a lot of talk about it today. Sorry I haven’t been down to check on you. I’ve been busy.” The excuse was thin.

“Thank you,” Renee replied.

“Did they discover who did it?” Todd asked.

“Nothing so far,” Hawk informed him.

“Do you have any idea why someone would shoot at you?” Stacy asked.