Cassie Miles - Criminally Handsome

Dylan stood. “What did you see?”

“An old man with a shaved head and white beard. Thick glasses. He dug up a handful of gold coins.”

“That description doesn’t fit Del Gardo,” Dylan said. “To the best of our knowledge, he’s not dead.”

“Maybe it wasn’t him. The man I saw didn’t seem like a crime boss. He was kindly. Like a favorite uncle.”

“Do you know his name?” Dylan asked.

“No.” If she’d known something as obvious as a name, Emma would have mentioned it. She didn’t much care for Dylan’s attitude. Though he’d been quick to accept her abilities as a medium, he seemed hostile.

“I want to show you the other VDG symbol,” he said. “After I return to headquarters to pick up that evidence, I’ll be back with my other colleagues.”

“Not tonight,” she said.

“What?” His tone was abrupt. Apparently, Dylan wasn’t accustomed to having his decisions questioned. “Why not?”

“If this symbol leads to other evidence, I need to be free to follow the trail.”

“The trail?” Dylan glanced toward his brother.

Miguel explained, “A trail of evidence that might lead to Emma’s cousin.”

“Tonight,” she said, “I need to stay with the baby. Tomorrow morning, I have someone who comes in to watch him.”

“Tomorrow morning, nine o’clock,” Dylan said, turning on his heel and stalking along the flagstone path toward the front of the house. “Let’s go, Miguel.”

He rose slowly. His gaze focused on the formula bottle in her hand. “If you want, I can stay. I can help with mijo. ”

Though it would be wonderful to have his help, she shook her head. “It’s better for me if you go with your brother and calm him down. I don’t want him to come back tomorrow with a dozen federal agents. I can’t let this turn into a sideshow.”

He gently took her free hand. “Dylan plows straight ahead like a powerboat and throws up a big wake. You need a more quiet approach. Like a silent canoe across the waters.”

She smiled, appreciating his imagery. A silent canoe.

It had taken five long weeks for her to get any hint about Aspen’s disappearance, and she didn’t want to jeopardize this tenuous connection with a huge fanfare and many curious eyes watching her. “I want you to come back tomorrow with your brother. Only you.”

He gave her hand a squeeze, and she felt a pleasant ripple chase up her arm.

“Tomorrow,” he said. “You have my cell-phone number. Call me if you need anything.”

She watched as he sauntered along the flagstone path, and she was tempted to call him back. Miguel made her feel safe and protected. She wanted him to stay close to her.

But there wasn’t time right now to indulge in such a fantasy. She returned to the house and went directly to her bedroom where Jack’s bassinette sat beside her four-poster bed. His little face scrunched up as he let out a loud cry.

“It’s okay,” she said. “It’s okay, mijo. ” Miguel’s word for the baby slipped easily through her lips. She liked the way it sounded.

As she lifted him onto her shoulder, she heard the front doorbell. Was it Miguel coming back? She rushed through the house and opened the door.

Standing on her front stoop was a very large man in a fringed leather jacket with a turquoise yoke.

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