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    She didn’t even like him. He was too arrogant, too sure of himself. And his attitude concerning female agents was not only antiquated, it was inexcusable. Ifhe had his way, the women’s movement would be set back by a good fifty years. Maybe even a hundred.
    But when she’d brushed past him in the parking lot, the feel of his strong, hard body against hers had made her knees go weak. Then, when he’d stopped her to inquire about her lead in the investigation, she’d noticed how handsome he was, how his engaging smile caused her stomach to flutter.
    He’d looked good wearing the tan sports jacket, black T-shirt and jeans. In fact, that was part of the problem. He’d looked too good to her.
    For some men, a sports jacket and jeans were casual, but she suspected it was about as formal as Yardley dressed. In fact, today was the first time she’d seen him wearing something other than a black ATF T-shirt, jeans and boots. She compared both images in her mind and decided he looked good in both, but in a different way.
    The tan sports jacket had emphasized his wide shoulders and brought out the highlights in his dark-brown hair and hazel eyes. But it also hid a lot that his ATF shirt showed off. Last night when he’d caught her after they’d bumped heads, she’d noticed how his T-shirt fit him like a second skin, how the knit stretched over well-defined pectoral muscles and strong, well-developed biceps.
    A shiver snaked up her spine. What was wrong with her? She wasn’t in the least bit interested in ATF Agent Yardley. Aside from the fact that she had little tolerance for overly confident hotshots, she had a golden rule to never mix business with pleasure. She never dated anyone she worked with. Ever.
    â€œI’m sorry to have kept you waiting, Ms. Campbell,” a man of about fifty said as he walked up to the table. Dressed in a khaki work shirt and pants with grass stains on the knees, this had to be her two o’clock appointment. “I was called away to check a water hazard over by the thirteenth hole.” Offering his hand, he smiled. “I’m Carl Estrada, the head groundskeeper here at the Lone Star.”
    Grateful the man had interrupted her disturbing thoughts about Caveman Cole, she shook his hand. “Thank you for taking the time to speak with me, Mr. Estrada.” She motioned to the chair across from her. “Please have a seat. I promise not to keep you too long.”
    When he’d seated himself, he shook his head. “I’ll be more than happy to answer any questions you have. But I’m not sure that I’ll be able to tell you anything that I haven’t already told Agent Yardley.”
    Taking a pad of paper and pen from her shoulder bag, Elise nodded tersely. So, Caveman Cole had beat her to an interview with a witness. This would be the last time that happened.
    â€œI understand, Mr. Estrada. But there might be something I ask that Agent Yardley didn’t mention.” Reviewing her questions, she smiled in an effort to put the man at ease. “I’ve been told you were the one who found the weapons in one of the equipment sheds.”
    â€œThat’s right.” He pointed across the lawn to a group of buildings several hundred yards away. “It had been empty for some time and I was checking to see if there would be room to store all the new gardening equipment I’d ordered.” He paused a moment,then continued. “What I found was the entire building packed full of wooden gun crates.”
    â€œIs there an access road leading to the sheds, Mr. Estrada?” Elise asked, praying she’d come up with something that Yardley hadn’t.
    â€œYes, ma’am. But it’s only used by employees and delivery trucks.”
    â€œWhat kinds of deliveries?” Elise asked curiously, wondering if Caveman Cole had pursued this angle.
    Carl Estrada shrugged. “Mainly items for the Pro