checked with him first.â
She didnât want to seem difficult, she really didnât. In this town, she got the sense that more than half the job was public outreach. But she didnât want a reporter dredging up what had happened in Los Angeles and slapping it on the front page with a banner headline. Sheâd been lucky to have escaped the press in LA, especially after they found Sweeney dead.
The scandal had been mostly confined to the department. There was a slight chance that if the story had been leaked to the media, she wouldâve had protection from the ceaseless threats, the awful phone calls in the middle of the night, and the dead rodents in her locker. Maybe she wouldâve been transferred to a unit that had her back, instead of being stuck with the same detectives who nearly got her killed. But Sloane was more inclined to think that media attention wouldâve made things worse. Much worse. And it had only been a matter of time before the LA Times or the Daily News had started sniffing around.
âOkay.â Harlee took another sip of her coffee and smiled like she was onto Sloane. âBrady didnât want to do it either. Some people are shy about being in the paper. I get it. It took me a while to get Emily Mathews to do a cooking column, given how the press treated her when her daughter went missing.â
Sloane hadnât met Emily Mathews, just knew she was a famous cookbook author and was married to the chiefâs best friend, a cattle rancher. âWhat happened with her daughter?â
âShe was kidnapped several years ago from Emilyâs backyard in the Bay Area. The police and FBI never found her or the culprit.â
âAh, Jesus,â Sloane said. âI remember reading about that case. The father was some big Silicon Valley lawyer, right?â Harlee nodded. âI had no idea she lived here now. Gosh, thatâs just terrible.â
âYeah. But you must see a lot of terrible things in your line of work.â
Why did Sloane get the feeling that Harlee was interviewing her? âIâm sure you do too.â
âWhen I worked for the San Francisco Call , yeah, all kinds of horrible crime and tragedies. Not here, though. I thought Iâd miss the big stories, but not so much.â
Maybe Harlee didnât, but Sloane knew sheâd miss it after a while. Sheâd gotten into law enforcement to make a difference. How much of a difference could she make in a town where the bulk of the job required directing traffic and minding a wayward bear?
âSheâs remarried, huh?â Sloane couldnât stop thinking about Emily Mathews.
âTo Clay McCreedy. Heâs a former naval fighter pilot and the town hottie.â
Since Harlee had brought it up, Sloane asked, âAbout that: Does there seem to be a freakishly large number of good-looking men in this town? I mean, I lived in LA, land of beautiful people, but Iâd say per capita Nugget has it beat. Am I crazy?â
Harlee busted out laughing. âYouâre not crazy. Itâs something about this mountain air. Although we have our fair share of nut jobs. Have you met the Addisons yet?â
âNo. Who are they?â
âThey own the Beary Quaint, that motor lodge outside of town with all the chainsaw bears and the swimming pool.â She made the cuckoo sign. âThey wear creepy matching bear hoodies and are constantly accusing people of breaking the law. Donât worry, youâll get to know them.â
From Harleeâs description, Sloane couldnât wait. She desperately wanted to ask about Bradyâs status, but couldnât find a casual way to slip it into the conversation. Harlee stayed another twenty minutes, regaling Sloane with stories about the town and its characters. By the time she left, Sloane felt like sheâd made a new friend. Sheâd been invited to join Harlee, Darla, and a woman named Samâone of
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