“I think you find it easier to duck out instead of dealing with your feelings.”
She looked at him as if he’d struck her. He didn’t know he was going to say that. The deep gut feeling that something was churning below the surface of this woman set off unknown instincts he didn’t know he possessed.
He didn’t want to leave this as sex and it cut him deep inside to think that it was easy for her to do so.Easywasn’t the right word. He could see that now as she met his gaze. There was a wealth of emotion in her eyes—confusion, apology, and fear. There was nothing simple about this woman.
“A.J….” she began. She broke off, swearing when her phone rang.
“Parker.” She slipped into her chair as she spoke, her hand already reaching for a pencil. “Yeah. Yeah, I got it.” She broke the connection and rose from her desk, all business.
“The list and this conversation are going to have to wait.”
He let out a deep breath and rubbed the back of his neck where most of his tension had lodged. She was tired, he realized, tired and strung out. A woman who did her job with precision and intelligence… The personal stuff was going to have to wait. “Why?”
“They found the military truck.”
A.J.’s stomach sank when he saw the vehicle parked behind one of David’s favorite hangouts, a bar by the name of Mahoney’s. The passenger side window was smashed in, and glass lay on the seat and on the pavement.
“The truck is empty,” a uniformed officer said. “Crime scene is on the way.”
Kate pulled up just as the words left the officer’s lips. She got out of her car and walked toward Sienna.
“Looks like we’re seeing each other sooner than we thought,” Kate said.
“Never a dull moment. Look, when you dust for prints, if you get anything, let me know. Send it right off to the FBI for identification.”
“Will do.” Kate smiled at Sienna and nodded toward A.J. “Lieutenant Camacho.”
A.J. nodded back.
Back in the car, Sienna picked up the radio and told the dispatcher she was heading over to the warehouse district. A.J. recognized the address. It was the one Tyrone had given Sienna over and over during his interrogation.
“Why are we going there?” A.J. asked.
“I want to comb the area again for any possible witnesses. I did an initial canvass and couldn’t find anyone who saw anything. But after I talked to Kate this morning and found out that Tyrone had two illegal handguns from a stolen Colorado shipment, I’m questioning his story.”
It was noon when she pulled up to the place where they had found David’s car. Sienna got out and looked around. She turned her head at the sound of construction and A.J. followed her as she headed in that direction.
A crew was working on repairing one of the warehouse roofs.
Sienna approached one man who directed her to the foreman. When they reached the guy, he was talking to one of the roofers.
“Excuse me,” Sienna said, flashing her badge. “Were you here at all on Thursday?”
“Sure was. This about the open gun transaction?”
“You saw a gun buy?”
“I called the police on Friday, but you people kept me on hold too long. I hung up. I meant to call you back but have been busy trying to get these shingles in time to do this roof.”
“Could I get your name for the record?” she asked.
“Mike Calzone.”
Sienna jotted it down. “Could you describe what you saw?” Sienna prompted.
“Sure. I’m on the roof measuring for a product when I happen to glance toward the back parking lot. A military truck and a sedan drive in. This warehouse is being renovated, so it’s pretty deserted around here. One guy gets out of the truck and the other guy gets out of the sedan. Then a red convertible pulls up. Another guy gets out. They talk for a while. The driver of the truck and the driver of the sedan get into the sedan and leave.”
“Then what?”