“I’m serious. This car came out of nowhere, swerved to hit me and the dog, then the passenger tried to shoot me.” The guy waved at the metal cables of the river bridge. “We jumped out of the way and they sped off.”
Rhiannon nodded. “Did you get the make or model of the car?”
“Of course I did.”
Glory save me from arrogant boys with dogs. “And that was?”
“It was a black or blue minivan. Maybe dark gray. Looked kinda like a dolphin with a sloped front end.”
She ground her teeth. So I’m looking for a dolphin minivan that could be blue, gray, or black. Great. “Did you catch the license plate?”
“Nevada plate, C O K 1 something. I didn’t see the last of it.” The guy shook his head. “You gotta catch these guys. This is my friend’s dog and he’s a champ. They shot at us.”
“We’re doing all we can, Mr. Cochran .” Her partner Detective Mark Cannon, pronounce with a long “A”, gave the man a reassuring smile despite the dog’s growl at him. “We’re investigating several of these sorts of cases.”
“If you remember anything else, give us a call.” Rhiannon handed him her card just as another man bustled.
“What the hell is going on here?”
The newcomer was tall, broad across the chest, and carried authority like he’d been born with it. Rhiannon didn’t often get distracted by people she had to interview, but this guy made her want to sit up and beg for a biscuit. What the hell is wrong with me?
“And you are, sir?” She narrowed her eyes at the man with shaggy, sable hair.
“Aaron Wulf, this is my roommate. What happened?”
“We got shot at, man.” Mr. Cochran gestured at the bullet holes again. “They were trying to get to the dog.”
Wulf scowled and mumbled something like, “I knew the fuckin’ mutt would be trouble.” But his whiskey-golden gaze focused on her partner. “Seriously, Cannon? You’re on the dog-napping case? Isn’t that a little too ironic?”
Mark grimaced. “It’s a bigger case than you’d think. These thieves are making billions on the mutts.”
“Wait, you know Detective Cannon, Mr. Wulf?” Rhiannon raised her eyebrows.
“Yeah, I’ve known him since we were little kids.” Wulf nodded before he smirked at her partner. “I thought you’d have more important things to work on, Cannon.”
Mark barked a laugh. “You know we live in small-town Nevada, right, Wulf?”
“Don’t remind me. I currently have a roommate who wants to keep a mutt in my house.”
“Sandy is not a mutt. He’s a pure-bred Cocker Spaniel. A champion.” Mr. Cochran straightened his shoulders and raised his chin.
Wulf snorted. “He’s a pure-bred pain in the ass. And I want him out of my house.”
Rhiannon rubbed the spot between her eyebrows. “Mr. Cochran please give us a call if you can remember anything else.”
The freckled man nodded and she allowed her gaze to swing over to Mr. Aaron Wulf. For some reason she wished she could give him her card. Maybe he’d call her just for kicks.
Oh my glory, what’s wrong with me? She never panted after men like a bitch in heat. Damn, I need to visit with my vibrator tonight. Hopefully her Mighty Mo’ would rid her of the pesky need to be ridden doggy style.
She turned away before she did something stupid like bridge the gap between them and ask him out. She was on the job and she had to focus, but all she wanted to do was peel his clothes off and get down to some sexy business.
The deep gravelly voice that had her thinking naughty thoughts made her turn. “Yes?”
“You didn’t give me your card in case I see something at a later date.” He tilted his head, his whiskey-golden eyes brimming with heat.
The word ‘date’ had her humming with arousal. Could he read minds? “Oh, right.” She fished out a card from her pocket and handed it to him. “Give me a call if you need—er, see anything. Anytime.”
His face cracked into a glorious smile. “Yes, ma’am, Detective Mulvaney.”
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