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He thought of Kate and that darned dream came back with her standing naked in the mist at the edge of the pool. He frowned as he remembered the tinkle of the ankle bracelet in his dream.
“Did your deputies find any jewelry at the scene?”
“No, why?”
“Maybe a little silver ankle bracelet with tiny bells on it. I believe Madeline was wearing it that night.” He sounded lame even to himself. The woman in the dream who’d been Madeline up until that last minute had been wearing a silver ankle bracelet with little bells on it. Until this moment, he’d forgotten about the bracelet he’d bought her.
“I’ll send Harp back out there. Will give him something to do.”
“Who’s Harp?” Tucker asked, still distracted.
“Harper Cole. Mayor’s son and a deputy I inherited. While he’s doing better at the job, he has a pregnant wife he calls every few hours to make sure she’s all right.”
“And that’s a bad thing, him checking on his wife?”
Flint groaned. “You have to know Harp. He tends to overdo everything. So putting him on creek dirt duty will at least give all of us a break,” his brother said with a laugh. “What do you have planned today?”
Tucker glanced at the clock, cringing at how early it was. “Going back to sleep.”
“Sorry for waking you up.”
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