Long legs were on display in her form fitting uniform pants. Instead of the usual deep navy shirt of the rest of the department, she wore a white collared shirt that molded to her frame. She took off her vest and hung it on her chair before sitting down.
Damn that vest had been hiding a whole lot.
Her blond hair was bound in a braid and not a single strand dared escape.
She moved the pile of papers aside, then folded her hands together. “Tell me why the hell you pulled Daisy off the fountain?”
“Seemed like a good idea at the time.”
“Before or after the shots at Rafferty’s?”
I grinned. “Heard about that, huh?”
“It seems the town is very happy to have the Murdock brothers back in town.”
I shrugged. “Fourth of July just happened too. People just wanted an excuse to extend the party.”
She glanced at my cuffs. “Worth it?”
“Depends on if Judge Crawford still likes me. Or did he retire too?”
Her fingers tightened, but otherwise didn’t betray her feelings on that. “Judge Crawford will be in at eight.”
I resisted the urge to smile. Crawford and my dad were buddies. He found me mostly amusing but since this was my third time in, I had a feeling my fine would be as big as my hours of community service.
“Guess you get my company for another...” I glanced up at the clock. “Hour or so.”
“Half hour, then you’re someone else’s problem.”
“Aww. Sorry to hear that. When did you take over for Pope?”
“This isn’t a date, Mr. Murdock. Just keep quiet so I can finish up my reports for the night.” She turned toward herscreen and her slim, ringless fingers flew over the keys. She wore a watch, tiny gold hoops in her ears, otherwise she was unadorned.
I was pretty sure she didn’t even wear perfume.
I hadn’t smelled anything other than soap when she’d patted me down.
First time I’d ever enjoyed that in my life. I’d had a number of run ins with officers in my travels as well. Not that anything ever came of it. Usually, they just did it as a scare tactic because I owned a motorcycle. Once the cops noticed I didn’t have any affiliations, they couldn’t be bothered to arrest me. Too much paperwork for a bar brawl.
But I had a feeling that Parker wasn’t one of those kinds of cops.
Especially since my butt was getting numb from sitting alone for the last few hours.
Better than the drunk tank. Evidently Rafferty’s and some new game place had gotten spicy after I’d left. Leroy had been happy to fill me in while he’d booked me.
He’d been a staple of the Indigo Valley Police Department since I was a kid. He was good natured and never let anything get to him. The Murdock brothers had all been in her for one thing or another. Even Sully hadn’t escaped a night in a cell.
That had been a wild party. Even Ripley had ended up in the drunk tank that night. The only one who’d escaped that Memorial Day lockup had been Kai—only because he was rarely home until recently.
I shifted in the chair, trying to find a comfortable position.
Parker’s fingers continued to fly.
“So, did you figure out the code for my adventure tonight?”
No answer.
“I don’t need the code, but I would like to know what exactly my charges will be.”