Page 40 of Cold Vengeance

River shook her head. “I’ll do it right now.” She frowned at him. “Did the note you sent to Arnie have anything to do with our case?”

“I’m not sure. I told him about the reporter Brent Wilkins and how he was connected to the Casanova case. I didn’t want to call him again in case it’s a waste of time. It really is a stretch.”

“But according to our mini-profile, not out of the realm of possibility,” River said.

“That’s why I sent it. Who knows? Okay. I’m going to run to the restroom. Be right back.”

On his way to the bathroom, Tony passed by some of theother businesses on their floor. Some people were already gone for the day. One newer business, TSRS, still had its lights on. Just one guy worked there. When Tony walked by, he looked up and smiled. Tony waved at him, and the guy waved back. Tony wasn’t sure what the guy did, but it looked boring. A lot of paperwork. A job like that would drive Tony nuts. When he was done in the restroom, he headed back to the office. Now everyone was gone, even the guy at TSRS.

He hoped they wouldn’t get to River’s house too late. He’d grown fond of River’s mother and the kind and efficient Mrs. Weyland. Sometimes God sent angels in the form of people. Mrs. Weyland was one of those. Without her, River probably wouldn’t have been able to partner with him in Watson Investigations. He couldn’t imagine his life without her. Even with the specter of the Strangler’s accomplice hanging over their lives, Tony was happier now than he’d ever been in his life. He loved working with River every day, and he also loved what they were doing. As behavioral analysts, they created profiles to help law enforcement narrow down their search parameters. But now, they were the ones looking for the bad guys, solving mysteries, and bringing justice. The only thing he still wanted was ... River. For more than a friend. He wanted to tell her how he felt about her, but he wasn’t certain if she was ready to hear it. They’d danced around it for a while now. But with the threat of the Strangler’s partner hanging over their heads, was this really the time? He took a deep breath before opening the office door and then smiled when he saw her. “Ready to go?”

She nodded. “Part of me wants to keep digging into these cases.”

“Me too, but I don’t want the gal at the doggy daycare to stay too late. It was nice of her to watch Watson so I could have dinner with you.”

“She’s a saint to put up with your hours.”

He laughed. “Maybe not a complete saint. She’s in love with my dog. She took Watson home with her on some of those nights we worked really late. And she took care of him when I was in the hospital and while we were in Iowa. I think if I was willing to give him away, she’d take him in a second.”

River frowned at him. “You’d never do that, would you?”

He shook his head. “Absolutely not. We’re bonded. I couldn’t live with the notion that he might wait for me to come back to him but I never did.”

He was surprised to see River’s eyes flush with tears. River wasn’t comfortable with tears, although she was getting better. He’d known her for years before he ever saw her cry.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to upset you,” he said.

“No, it’s me. Watson’s kind of grown on me.”

He hesitated a moment before saying, “Maybe I should tell you that in my will, should anything happen to me, I left Watson to you.”

She looked up at him in obvious surprise, her eyes still shiny. “What? I mean, what about your parents?”

“He doesn’t really know them, and he’s crazy about you.”

“But your dog sitter...”

“She has several dogs,” he said slowly. “Watson isn’t the kind of dog that would do well around that many dogs on a permanent basis. He loves his time at doggy daycare, and he loves Sylvia, but by the time I pick him up there or at her house, he’s had enough. He just wants to chill out with me. Get belly rubs and sit next to me on the couch while I watch TV. The only other animal I’ve ever seen him really connect to is your mother’s cat. I think he’s in love with Scutter.”

River chuckled. “Scutter is crazy about him too. But let’s not plan your demise for anytime soon, okay?”

He laughed. “I’m not planning on going anywhere for quitesome time, but after the Strangler ... well, you can’t help but think about the future.”

“I know what you mean. And in that vein, I’ve left my mother to you in my will.”

Tony stared at her for a moment, not knowing how to respond, until she burst out laughing. “You’re a horrible person,” he said, grinning. “A really horrible person.”

“I know. Now, let’s get out of here.”

“Good idea.”

As she put her coat on, River said, “I’m so excited that Watson will be here tomorrow. Don’t forget his bed this time. Last time he was annoyed at you all day long.”

“Yes, I know. He wouldn’t even look at me on the way home.”

River laughed again.

They left the office and went downstairs. As they got close to Tony’s SUV, he noticed the owner of TSRS near the large trash bin at one end of the parking lot. He appeared to be upset, swearing, and looking at something on the ground. River and Tony went to check on him and found him kicking at trash next to his car. It looked as if someone had purposely chucked trash out of the open container.

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