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“I didn’t arrest hi down the hem of his uniform jacket

Nor Ted Willia bird, tall and lean with sand-colored hair and periwinkle eyes If she ever had a mind to form a crush on someone, it could very well be hi the resort running smoothly, her father satisfied, her sisters happy and, evidently, her uncle out of jail, took all her ti busy—and likedboys respected her and she was going to keep it that way The quickest way to lose respect was to become a doxy

“Why is he here, then?” she asked when Ted didn’t elaborate

Rubbing the back of his neck, Ted shrugged “I got a call about an ossified egg on the street corner and sent an officer out to get him It turned out to be Dave”

“Drunk? Dave?” Norma Rose shook her head “That’s impossible” Only the family knew Dave didn’t drink Ever

Ted leaned against the desk “Maybe someone slipped him a Mickey”

Norma Rose refused to let the bubble of concern that burst in her stomach show “No one would have done that” Too , and others were paid too well

Ted shrugged again, and lifted an eyebrohile his gaze wandered to where her string of pearls was tied She lifted her chin and used an unwavering glare to challenge hiaze instead of stare at her breasts

“Why didn’t you drive him home?” she asked

He shifted his stance and his gaze “As you pointed out, it’s Friday night The city is hopping”

“Who called you?” she asked The underground world Prohibition had built was vast, and undeniably corrupt, alhteous attitudes who’d created it in the first place

Ted shifted his stance as if uncomfortable

New faces did pop up now and again—ed and hoe the“Who was it?”

“Mel Rosengren at the Blind Bull,” Ted answered “But he claimed Dave hadn’t been there”

“Of course he hadn’t been there,” she said “Dave doesn’t patronize such establishments” The fact that her uncle didn’t drinksamples to buyers Actually, Dave couldn’t drink He broke out in hives and swelled up like a raccoon hit by a car and left on the side of the road to bake in the sun when he consuic is what Gloria Kasper, the faic “Where is he?”

Before Ted spoke, the door opened—not the one to the street, but the one to the police station

“Chief” A portly officer Nor “A laants to pay Dave Sutton’s bail”

More than concern flared inside Norma Rose “Bail? A lawyer?”

“Yes, ma’am”

A fresh bout of ire stung her nerves No one would have called in a mouthpiece She’d told her father she’d take care of this, and she would He was busy trying to convince Brock Ness to stay and play at the resort rather than heading to Chicago to play for soet Dave because finding anotherup would be next to impossible “I’ with a look that said there would be no bail A man who didn’t do his job didn’t deserve to be paid

Ted’s slight nod indicated he understood her silenthis attention toward the officer, he started across the room “Where is this lawyer?”

The door opened wider and anotherthe air in Nors wouldn’t er than if she’d stood on the depot platforht train rolled past His suit was black with dark gray pinstripes and his shoes were suede, black, like his shirt and tie The hat band of his fedora was black, too, and silk She saw decked-out men day in and day out, and not one of them had ever , taller than the police chief, and had shoulders as broad as the men who hauled barrels of whiskey into the basement of the resort Unlike those men, his hair was cut short, trimmed neatly around his ears, and he was clean-shaven

Strangers weren’t anything new, and one rarely caught her attention Flustered for concentrating so deeply on this one, Nor in her ears, she heard the man speak

“Chief Willia out a hand “Ty Bradshaw, attorney at law”