Lenora Worth - Undercover Memories

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Her most important mission…and she can't remember what it isAfter amnesia strands private investigator Emma Langston in Dallas, only Detective Ryder Palladin can stop the men trying to kill her. But protective custody on Ryder's family ranch has its own risks, like falling for the handsome cowboy. Before she can untangle her feelings for Ryder, Emma must recover her memory…because she's sure someone's life depends on it, even if she can't remember whose.

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Emma gulped in air, nodded. Pretended she hadn’t noticed his touch. Crazy that this man seemed to hit all the marks even when she was in crisis mode. Even when she couldn’t remember if she was married or single. Single sounded more like it. Something she did need to remember. “Do you know who did this to me?”

He pulled out two grainy snapshots that made her have a flash of a memory. She’d taken such shots in her line of work.

“Do you recognize these two men?”

Emma squinted against the pain in her head and carefully studied both photos. “I don’t know. The skinny one seems familiar.”

He nodded and put the pictures back in his shirt pocket.

“Can I get you anything?” he asked, his tiger eyes full of concern.

“My mind back.”

“We’re working on that.”

“And you look so happy about it,” she noted out loud.

He stood, his gaze holding hers for a beat too long. “Big Sam and Little Eddie guard that place. We call them a bounce and an ounce. One’s big, bald and beefy—”

“—And the other’s short, scrawny and scared?”

“Good description.”

“He came at me—the little one.” She motioned to his pocket. “That could be the same two men—in the photo. The skinny one came at me while the big one made sure I couldn’t get away. And I told myself it would hurt. I tried to fight, get to a weapon.”

“I know,” the detective said. “You’re alive because you fought, and that’s amazing.” Then he shifted, crossed his big arms over his chest. “If my partner hadn’t come along, you might be dead. He scared them away.”

“He saw them?”

“He thinks it was them but he can’t be sure. Okay, we know it was them but...we need your take on that. Identifying them can help.” He studied her for a couple of beats. “We did find traces of epidermis underneath your nails. Waiting on the DNA from that and the other bits and pieces of evidence we collected.”

Emma had a flash, a memory of her fingernails digging into skin. “I need to get out of here.”

“Why?”

“I don’t know. I have to figure this out.”

“Rest,” he said, his tone gentle now, his eyes washed in empathy. “Let me do the figuring.”

Confused and wishing she didn’t have to depend on him, Emma gave him an astonished stare. “You’ll do that for me?”

Those eyes gazed at her with all the intensity of a strobe light. “You’re a victim of a crime and it happened on my watch, so yeah, I’ll do that for you.”

“You didn’t tell me why you were there.”

“I like the neighborhood.”

With that, he handed her his card. “Call me if you remember anything else. Anything at all.”

Emma watched him go, her eyes traveling down to his feet, her heart excited to take the ride with her.

Yep. Boots. Buttery tan and worn but probably handmade.

She wanted to ask how a cowboy like him had wound up working Vice in the first place.

She’d get to that question next time she saw him.

Because she knew the good-looking detective would be back.

He’d want answers. Well, she wanted answers, too.

They had that much in common already.

TWO

The next day, Ryder headed back to the hospital to check on Emma. He’d put a patrol on her door while he did some digging on both the pretty PI with the head wound and the two goons who’d allegedly left her for dead.

One perk of being a vice cop, if there was such a thing. He had a lot of confidential informants who’d squeal for anything from money to food to opioids to get them through the day. He didn’t hand out drugs as prizes, but he did offer people cash to get food or do whatever their conscience allowed or forced them to do. Some of his informants had turned their lives around and often thanked Ryder for helping them. Some died or disappeared.

But last night, one had come through for him.

“I saw her,” the kid everyone called Junior had told him in a hushed voice while they hid behind some buildings and trees about a block from the Triple B. His eyes were swollen from too much vodka and pot and his face showed signs of a whole lot of soul-searching and streetwalking. “She was pretty. Stood out. Asked a lot of questions. Wanted to know if any underage teens hung out at the Triple B.”

“Underage teens? So you think she was looking for someone? A runaway maybe?”

“Maybe. I told her all kinds come and go and she mentioned a name, but then I got out of there when Bounce and Ounce started stalking her.”

Ryder showed the CI a grainy picture of Emma he’d pulled from a social media page. “Does this look like the woman you saw?”

“Yep. I think that’s her. I remember that shiny hair—like red wine. She looked tough.”

“Yeah.” Ryder could attest to that and the shiny auburn hair. “Do you remember the name she mentioned?”

“No. Like I said, I had to leave quick.”

So now Ryder had established she had been in the bar and why she might have been there. And he had a possible eyewitness to seeing Bounce and Ounce going after her. But he knew from past experience the kid wouldn’t go on record with this information.

He’d given the kid a twenty. “Go get a shower and some food at the shelter down the street.”

Ryder figured the kid would buy drugs and liquor with the money but prayed he’d at least get some food in him. Nasty business, the things Ryder saw each day. But he always remembered his daddy’s advice.

“Pray the ugly away.”

I’m trying, Daddy.

Remembering his larger-than-life father who’d been sheriff in Denton County for twenty-eight years before he’d been shot down while off duty, Ryder again wondered why he did this job. He’d just gone off to college when his dad had died. Ryder had come home and finished up at a junior college near the ranch. Criminal justice. Then he’d headed to the police academy and never looked back. Or maybe he always looked back. Hard to tell.

He wanted justice, of course. He could go home to the ranch that had been in his family for generations and make a nice living off the livestock and the land, but this job kept tugging him back. According to his mother, he had a death wish. One she and his teenaged sister wanted him to give up.

Ryder wasn’t quite ready to walk away from crime.

Especially not now. Emma Langston had put a kink in his undercover investigation, but she’d also rallied some long-lost thread of feeling inside his heart. Curiosity had him by the throat. Her expressive eyes had him by the heart.

Not wise. No time for such notions. He didn’t take the time to have a love life. His job scared women away. His mother tried to set him up with fine, upstanding churchgoing single women. But the minute he mentioned working Vice in downtown Dallas, he never saw those sweet women again and usually saw wedding photos of them on social media. That kind married doctors and lawyers and ranchers. Not detectives who walked through the seamy, ugly side of life. Nope. No time to even think about Emma’s immediate hold on him.

She’s not that kind.

Okay, his always-arguing brain had him on that one.

She was not that kind at all. Different. Tough. Determined. Strong. Afraid. Secretive. Reckless and ruthless.

Maybe he didn’t need her kind in his life either.

But he checked with the nurses’ station and got permission to go in and see Emma even while his brain told him to let it go. Then he talked to the officer who’d stood watch.

“All quiet,” Seth Conyers said. “I sat in that chair all night and I have the bad back to prove it.”

“I’ll be here for a while,” Ryder told the officer. “Go on home to your wife. I’ll stay until your relief shows up.”

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