Rachel Lee - Deadly Hunter

If so, he might be worse off than he thought.

Grabbing his jacket, he decided to head over to the college and see if he could find Allison. Just a friendly gesture, an offer to take her out for lunch. It seemed the least he could do after that wonderful lasagna the other night.

Or maybe it was because his whole body was humming like a homing beacon, dragging him toward her.

He snorted, but didn’t fight it. She was interested in him, too, and she was a grown woman who could make her own decisions.

Whether he’d be good for her didn’t even enter into it. That was her decision.

Besides, he’d all but promised to keep an eye on her.

* * *

Allison stood looking at the back of her sporty SUV with dismay. Somebody had tried to smash the tailgate window. Trying to get at the samples? But why?

They hadn’t broken in, though. The car was still locked, the window was crazed with cracks and dented in at one place, but nobody had gotten in. So why?

It would be easy enough to take a swing at her car in the faculty lot. Even now, as lunch hour approached, there wasn’t another soul around. There rarely was except in the early morning or late afternoon. Unlike the student parking lot, this one was seldom busy.

Well, if they’d wanted the samples, it wouldn’t have taken much more work to get at them. Why would anyone want them, anyway? They might be dangerous, and it wasn’t as if she couldn’t just go out to collect some more.

Swearing softly, she pulled out her phone to call campus security. Dan Digby was going to be here shortly, and he’d be thrilled to find out that his trip had been lengthened by this. She probably wouldn’t even be allowed to open her car until someone had gone over it.

Not that the campus had much of a security force. There’d likely be another delay as they called the sheriff. She sighed this time. Just lovely.

She shivered a little in the cold. She really hadn’t dressed for standing out here long, but she didn’t feel she could step inside a building. What if someone saw this as an opportunity to get into her car and look for money or something? They might get exposed to that toxin.

Security didn’t keep her waiting long. Well, of course not. They generally had little to do on this small campus. Ben Herbert climbed out of the car, took one look at her and the window and said, “Climb in my passenger seat before you freeze. I called the sheriff.”

“I thought you would. Has there been a rash of this?” she asked hopefully. It would be so nice to feel this wasn’t directed at her.

“No,” he answered bluntly. “Probably some stupid kid who did it on a dare, though. You wouldn’t believe how much craziness happens on a dare. Maybe even fraternity hazing of some kind.”

She liked that idea. She slid into his car, which was still running and blasting welcome heat. Even though she was wearing lined gloves, she held them out to the heater vent. Too much cold, too much snow. If this was the harbinger of the kind of winter it was going to be, everyone was going to wind up wishing they lived in igloos. At least the heating costs would go down.

A sheriff’s car pulled up just minutes later. It was followed by a police car, this one piloted by the chief, Jake Madison. The deputy turned out to be Sarah Ironheart. Allison was almost amused by the fact that her broken window had drawn so much attention. That a broken car window could be such a big deal gave her some idea how little happened around here. Although on the same day they found the dead cows, they’d had that killer from Minneapolis show up and try to take out Jake’s fiancée, Nora.

Crap, maybe things weren’t as quiet around here as everyone liked to pretend, now that she thought about it.

She opened the door and leaned out of the car. “Don’t touch anything inside the back of my car. I’ve got soil samples, water samples and a bag full of possibly contaminated gear in there.”

Jake looked at her. “From Saturday?”

“Yeah. Dan Digby, from the state, should be here any minute to pick it up.”

“He might have to wait a few,” Sarah said. Holding a camera, she started taking pictures.

“I’m sure it’s just a prank,” Ben Herbert said. “We get all kinds of pranks here.”

“Pretty expensive prank,” Jake remarked. He looked at Sarah. “You want to dust or you want me to?”

She shrugged. “I’m voting baseball bat and not one fingerprint.”

“You’re probably right.”

Which meant, Allison thought, they’d never figure out who did it. Oh, well.

Just then they were joined by Jerrod Marquette. Allison heard his step and turned to see who it was. She felt startled that he’d followed her here, but was glad to see him, more so because she hadn’t even caught a glimpse of him yesterday. Of course, she had told him she would be grading papers on Sunday, so apparently he was respectful of her time. Nice.

“Hi,” he said. He clearly had already taken in the scene. “I came to buy you lunch. Looks like that’ll have to wait. What happened?”

“Baseball bat? Nobody knows. They didn’t try to get into the car, though.”

“Lucky for them if that stuff in there is toxic.”

“I just warned everyone.”

He squatted down beside her. “I’m sorry this happened.”

“Me, too. But at least they didn’t break the windshield completely. I can probably tape it and wait until the auto repair shop gets a new one in.”

“Probably.”

She glanced at him and realized his gaze was fixed on her. Immediately, her insides sparked in response. Boy, she was getting it bad. Not good.

“Why don’t you scoot in and close the door so you can keep warm,” he suggested quietly.

“I’m waiting for Dan Digby from the state.”

“Do you know him?” He barely waited for her nod. “Then you’ll recognize him as soon as he gets out of his car.”

He had a point. “But what about you?”

“I’m fine. I ran over here. It warmed me up nicely. If I get cold, I’ll run around the parking lot.”

So she pulled her legs in and let him close the door for her. Then he went over and shook hands with Jake Madison, and was clearly introduced to Sarah and Ben. She wondered briefly if they’d be suspicious of him because he was a newcomer, but body language belied that. Finally impatient because she couldn’t hear what was going on, she climbed back out into the cold.

They were beginning to collect a small crowd of gawking students as Jake dutifully covered the back end of her car with black fingerprint dust. She figured the students wouldn’t be here long. The wind seemed to be growing more bitter by the second.

“Well?” she asked as she approached the knot of cops.

Jake looked at her with amusement. “You want a complete forensic analysis in ten minutes?”

“No, but a short one would do.”

“Blunt object. And Ben’s probably right about it being a bad prank, or some kind of hazing. Unless you gave someone a failing grade recently?”

He was serious, she realized. “Not recently. Whether they like the subject or not, no one is taking chemistry who doesn’t need it for a reason. Almost everyone works hard. It’s been a couple of semesters since I last failed someone.”

Jake nodded and looked at Sarah. “It doesn’t look angry.”

She agreed. “Angry would have involved more than one heavy swing. I’d expect your entire tailgate and maybe other parts of the car to be involved.”

“Unless,” said Jerrod, “they got scared away by something.”

Allison looked at him. “What’s that mean?”

“Probably nothing at all.”

But Jake and Sarah didn’t take it that way. “That’s a possibility. It happened since you got here this morning, right?”