Fulfilling Promises (Red Starr, Book Five) by Kennedy Layne Page A

an oil change right before closing up shop. The program allowed the ability for the user to fast forward, as well as view the different angles of various camera feeds. They spent the next two hours combing over every file of footage logged on the computer’s hard drive and backed up to the network drive, which could hold months of footage. The computer’s hard drive only retained a couple of days’ worth of recordings. Diesel came into the office every now and then to check on them before making inside rounds around the garage.
    No one had been near the building the entire weekend, with the exception of Monday morning when Mrs. Crenshaw pulled into the parking lot. She rang the buzzer and then knocked on the door, but left shortly afterward. Mr. Ashbaw drove up in his 1941 Dodge WC pickup an hour later. He ended up walking around the entire building before giving up and leaving.
    Monday evening was when red and blue flashing lights could be seen pulling into the parking lot. Two police cruisers pulled in and the officers remained inside their vehicles for approximately five minutes before getting out and approaching the building. They made a few radio calls and ended up punching in a code to the overhead door’s keypad and doing a cursory search to find nothing of note.
    “Nothing,” Devyn said with defeat, sitting back in her chair. Trigger looked over at her and noticed the blemishes beneath her lashes were becoming darker. He really needed to get her back to her apartment so she could get some much-needed sleep. The police hadn’t been back to speak with her personally, which could only be a good thing. He hoped the rest of the night passed by uneventfully. “Not even when the police were here. They just showed up, put in the security code, and then searched the premises.”
    “I’ll call the lead detective tomorrow morning, as well as the alarm company,” Trigger replied, shutting the computer down and then whistling for Diesel. “Let’s head back to the tavern. We aren’t going to be able to do anything tonight without having more information.”
    Devyn only nodded, her disappointment evident that they hadn’t found anything. Her eyes were glued to the one other photograph on Joey’s desk that neither of them had mentioned. It was a recent picture of Joey and Devyn, smiling for the camera as they played darts at The Laughing Griffin. Trigger quietly picked it up after she’d already stood and made her way to the door. He grabbed the knife off the desk that he kept by his side and followed her out, wishing they’d been able to uncover some quick answers.
    “Dev, we’ll find out who did this,” Trigger promised as he punched in the security code that would activate the alarm. The front door had been jimmied, but it wasn’t so bad that it couldn’t be secured against the offhand chance someone stopped by. He’d call first thing in the morning to have it fixed and outfitted with a deadbolt. His list for things to do tomorrow was growing. “It’s just going to take a little time.”
    “I know,” Devyn replied with her back to him as she walked across the gravel to where the Jeep was parked. She pulled open the door before he could do it for her, allowing Diesel to jump in and then over the seat into the back. She finally met his gaze. “And it’s okay that you have to go at the end of your vacation. What I said about you leaving…that was me acting out in anger. It wasn’t easy to see Joey fade into the background and I blamed you. You said I shouldn’t apologize, but I will anyway. We all have our paths in this life and yours isn’t here in Amberton. It never was.”
    Devyn got into the passenger side and closed the door before Trigger could respond. It was probably for the best, considering what he would have said had she not done so. Yes, vicious words had a way of being said during an argument, but some of the things she’d claimed just weren’t true. It was as if she thought he wasn’t