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captured her mouth in a kiss.
    “Just what do you think you’re doing?” She swiped the back of her hand across her mouth. Anger flashed in her eyes.
    “I’m sorry, Red. I had to get that out of the way if I have a hope in hell of working with you on this case.”
    “It cannot happen again. Do I make myself clear?” Becca stormed off, stomping down the steps and jogging to her bike.
    Randy ran a thumb over his lips and smiled. For one brief moment before pulling away, she kissed him back.
    Normally he was the decision maker , but it seemed his new partner fully intended on taking the lead. Fine by me. H e was thoroughly enjoy ing the view of her oh - so - sweet ass , straddling a mighty fine turquoise and cream Harley . Her obvious comfort in the saddle told of a seasoned rider.
    Under any other circumstance s , blue skies and the sun ’ s warm rays were an open invitation to ride. Unfortunately, with a guy like The F lorist on the loose, there wouldn’t be any afternoon runs to the water until they found him.
    Randy followed Becca into the parking area out front of Jack’s Flowers . After parking and walking across the parking lot to the front door , n o words were exchanged. The jingle of a bell announced their arrival. An overwhelming wave of floral ambrosia caused him to sneeze. He’d never seen so many flowers in one place.  Potted plants, decorative foliage, and freshly cut arrangement s filled the small shop on either side of a narrow path to the counter.
    “Good morning, how can I help you?” A silver-haired man, his shoulders slightly hunched, stood behind a wooden counter .
    Becca offered her hand. “Hi there . My name is Becca, and this is my...”  She looked in his direction . “ F iancé, Randy.”
    He s tifled a laugh at her obvious discomfort . “We’re hoping you can help us. We’re looking for very specific flowers for our big day.”
    The store-owner stroked his stubbly chin. “Well , I’ll sure try. What kind of flowers are we talking about?”
    F rom her inside pocket she took a folder paper and smoothed it out on the counter. “White orchids.”
    The shop owner whistled long and low. “That sure is one pretty specimen .”
    Randy caught a flash of disappointment in his new partner’s eyes. He stepped up to stand beside her. “Are the y something you carry here?”
    “I don’t keep orchids in stock, but I can special order them, that is if you’re not in too much of a hurry.”
    “No, that’s fine . We ’ re in a time crunch. Thanks for your help .” She took back the picture, refolding it on her way out of the store.
    Randy held the door open and followed her outside. “One down , how many to go?”
    Becca offered a weak smile. “Too many.”

     
    He tasted the b lood dripp ing from the corner of his mouth, and Jeffery Dunn lay at his feet, out cold.
    “Did you really think you’d get out of your punishment so easily?”
    Despite the fucker’s lame attempt to overpower him, the butt end of his gun connected with the side of the man’s skull hard enough to render him unconscious.
    There will be no second chances for you, buddy.
    H e bound his hands and feet, even tied his knees together for good measure before dragging him over and up onto the couch . Next, he secured his head with heavy tape .
    Jeffery mumbled incoherently, struggling against the rope. His eyes flew open. “What the hell is going on?”
    He tilted back his head and laughed. “If it wasn’t for guys like you, I’d be with my one true love, and she’d still be alive.”
    “Who would? You must have the wrong guy. I have no idea what you’re talking about. How about you untie me and we’ll just forget any of this ever happened?”
    From his bag , he pulled out basketball netting. “Maybe this will give you a clue. Do you remember the last time you saw one of these?”
    Jeffery ’s face turned beet red. “You’re fucking nuts! You’re talking crazy-talk. ”
    “I’ve heard enough from