"Suspected kills," she reminded him sweetly. "You have no proof and I denied the charges."
"So you did." He inclined his head mockingly. "But we both know the truth. Where were you last night?"
"With me," Lance snapped. "All night."
"He knows that, Lance," Harmony murmured softly. "He has a tail on me, and I'm betting they're watching the house at night as well."
Amusement gleamed in Jonas's gray eyes. "And we both know how good you are at slipping away." He straightened from the wall, though he kept his hands in his pockets. Who said Jonas couldn't be smart when the need was there?
"Get the hell out of my office, Jonas," Lance growled then. "You have no proof Harmony wasn't with me last night, and I have all the proof I need that she was there. You no longer have any jurisdiction over her."
"Have you been to the crime scene?" she asked Jonas.
Jonas nodded abruptly.
"Was my scent there?"
His lips tightened. She had him there and he knew it. Unfortunately, though, her scent hadn't been at several of her kills in the past, and he was aware of that as well. Death had been amazingly adept in hiding herself.
"No. Your scent wasn't there," he admitted, his voice darkening in anger.
"Then you have no right to accuse me." She smiled back in triumph. "Looks like you need to find your killer elsewhere."
Jonas's gaze slid to Lance then, his eyes mocking as his lips quirked with sardonic amusement.
"She doesn't heel worth shit, does she?" Jonas asked him with an amused indulgence.
"She's not an animal, so I don't expect her to." Lance retained his hold on her as though he worried she would go for the gun strapped to her side. It was tempting, but her selfcontrol was actually better than that. Jonas grunted before asking, "The mating is going well then?" Lance's anger spiked immediately. Harmony could smell it, burning like a hot flame with the potential to turn into a conflagration.
"Jonas, your games are getting tiresome," Lance warned him quietly. Jonas's lips quirked as he watched them closely, looking for weakness. Harmony could feel him probing at them, searching for a break to exploit.
"As I said earlier, I just stopped by to check on the situation." He shrugged then, as though a brotherly visit should be commonplace. "I'll leave you to your work." His gaze sharpened on Harmony. "I would definitely get the GPS fixed on the Raider if I were you. We wouldn't want any complications to arise from that."
He nodded mockingly before lifting his hands from his pockets and striding to the door. Harmony didn't bother to bid him farewell as he left the room, but she kept her eye on him until the door closed behind his broad back.
"One of these days, I'm going to kick him out of my office," Lance mused as he released her arm. "Now, what's the problem with Davy?"
"We need to go to Pinon." She waved the question about the mechanic away. "I need to see the crime scene."
Lance breathed out roughly. "I've already thought of that. I'll contact Sheriff Grasse and inform her we're heading that way."
"This won't have been a coincidence, Jonas knows that," she finally pointed out. The implications of the murder had hit her the moment Jonas informed them of it. "Someone suspects who I am."
"Then we'll just have to figure out who it is," his voice rasped as it lowered, his drowsy, hungry gaze eating her up. "Go get your report written up while I get hold of Sheriff Grasse and then we'll head to Pinon. I'd like to get back before it gets too late." _______
Sheriff Grasse was a forty-something go-getter with a tough attitude and kind hazel eyes. Crow's-feet crinkled at the corners of her eyes, and laugh lines indented the sides of her lips. But she was all business when Harmony and Lance pulled in behind the small cement building that housed Drink Em Up, a small bar just inside the county line. She stepped from her dark blue Raider, pulling her glasses from her eyes as she leaned against the door.
"Lance, it's good to see you again." Her smile was friendly as they stepped toward her.
"Katie, how's Ben and the kids?" Lance smiled back, his familiarity with her obvious. Harmony stood silently as they exchanged pleasantries, maintaining her impatience in the face of social niceties. This was another plus on the side of the assassin. Death had never asked a mark if the kids were doing well.
"Katie, meet Harmony Lancaster, she's on temporary assignment from the Bureau of Breed Affairs." Lance finally introduced them. "Harmony, Katie Grasse, Otero County sheriff."
Harmony nodded coolly. "Can I see the crime scene now?" she asked quietly. Sheriff Grasse's eyes gleamed in amusement.
"She reminds me of that Wyatt fellow, Lance," she drawled. "All business. Is it a Breed thing?"
"It's a Breed thing," Harmony answered for him. "And Jonas is a pu**ycat. You just have to know how to handle him."