1 A High-End Finish by Kate Carlisle

couldn’t disguise the fact that he had muscles on his muscles.
    And he was, well, adorable. Honestly, the guy looked like the movie-star version of some Nordic god. He probably practiced making angry faces in the mirror, just so he’d be taken seriously.
    “Chief,” Tommy said, “this is Shannon Hammer. She found the body. Shannon, say hello to Eric Jensen, chief of police.”
    I was right. Nordic. So here I was, a girl named Hammer, staring at a guy who looked like Thor. Coincidence?
    Why hasn’t Lizzie tried to set me up on a blind date with him?
I wondered, and quickly shook the thought away.
No more blind dates, remember?
Besides, Chief Jensen might be married. Except I hadn’t heard about him moving here with a wife.
    He stared back at me, unsmiling, his dark blue eyes studying me. It was the complete opposite of the cheery greeting I’d received from Tommy. “Ms. Hammer.”
    I nodded. “Chief Jensen.”
    “You Jack’s daughter?”
    “Yes.”
    “Nice guy,” he said with a somber nod. “I’ve run into him at the pub a few times.”
    It was good to know he liked my father. So maybe he wouldn’t throw me into a dank, windowless dungeon, which was the vibe I was getting from him at the moment.
    “You found the deceased,” he said.
    Tripped over. Found. Same thing.
“Yes. Down in the basement.”
    Chief Jensen rested one hand casually on the butt of his gun and glanced around. “Is this your home?”
    “No.” Because of his blunt questions, I was tempted to leave it at that, but I relented. “I’m renovating this house for the owners, Stan and Joyce Boyer. I’m a contractor. One of the neighbors reported hearing water running so I came out to investigate.”
    He nodded slowly, glanced around the front yard, then back at me. “Please wait out here.” He started to walk up the stairs.
    “Stop,” I said.
    He raised one eyebrow. “Beg your pardon?”
    Yes, he was being uptight, but it sort of went with the territory, I guessed. I couldn’t let him break his neck, after all. “That plank you’re about to step on is rotten. You’ll fall through if you put too much pressure on it.”
    He started to skip the step.
    “Stay on the far left edge and you’ll be okay.”
    He probably hated following my advice, but he wasn’t stupid. He took the step, then halted. “Now what?”
    “The next one’s fine.”
    He climbed another step and waited until I said, “That one’s good on the right side.”
    Following my directions, he made it all the way to the top and then stood on the porch staring down at me. His lips twitched as he asked, “Any other hazards I should know about? Minefields? Falling ceilings?”
    “Not right away. Go straight down the hall to the kitchen. It’s on your left. On the far side of the refrigerator is an interior door that leads to the basement. It’s unlocked, but here’s where it gets tricky. Watch your step going down, because there’s no light and the stairs are gone so you’ll have to negotiate a precarious ramp to get all the way down.”
    He nodded, glanced around some more, and finally jerked his chin toward the front door. “Come on. Show me.”
    “How can I resist such a kind invitation?” I muttered, and stood and brushed off my jeans.
    Tommy chuckled and followed the two of us inside. We made it slowly down the ramp with only a few curse words muttered. I led the way across the cold room and stepped aside so the two cops could check out the body.
    Tommy homed in with his flashlight. “Hey, isn’t that Jerry Saxton?”
    “Yes, it is,” I said.
    Tommy grinned at me. “Heard about your big fight on the beach the other night.” With a nod of approval, he added, “Heard you got him good. That’s my girl.”
    The chief glanced over his shoulder. “Got him good?”
    “Yeah,” Tommy said, with a little too much enthusiasm. “She kicked him in the family jewels and threatened to . . .”
    My eyes goggled and Tommy’s voice faded as he realized