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“Not yet. He hasn’t done anything we can prove.” Sam’s jaw tightened. “But he will. Men like that always do. We just need to make sure when he does, we’re ready.”

Mack nodded slowly.

“And Mack.” Sam stopped at the door. “I know this is personal. I’m not going to pretend it isn’t.” He looked at him steadily. “Just make sure it doesn’t make you sloppy.”

“It won’t,” Mack said.

Sam held his gaze for a moment, stood, then nodded and walked out.

Mack turned the photo face down, pushed back from the desk, and grabbed his hat and coat.

She didn’t want his help. That didn’t mean she wasn’t going to have it.

Mack was almost to his truck when he saw Simmons leaning against one of the cruisers, and he kept walking. A few vehicles down, he pulled his door open, and Simmons was already moving toward him.

“So, Deputy. What are you doing today?” Simmons folded his arms and stared at him.

“What concern is that of yours?”

“Just curious. I’m new in town. Thought I’d get to know the local law.”

Mack folded his arms and cocked an eyebrow. “New in town. Where were you before?”

Simmons shifted his feet. “Actually, I’m from here. Just got back. So, to me it’s like being new.”

“Where were you before?” Mack repeated.

“Everywhere. I ride bulls on the rodeo circuit.”

“Is that right. I like bull riding.” Mack looked at him. “What’s your name?”

Simmons smirked. “I think you know.”

“You realize not answering that question could get you arrested.”

“For what? Not giving my name?”

“Under Montana law you’re required to provide your name, address, and an explanation of your actions if an officer has suspicion that you’ve committed, are committing, or are about to commit an offense.”

“And you think I’m about to commit an offense?”

Mack stepped closer. Simmons stepped back.

“You’re fucking right I do.” He held his gaze. “Get out of here before I run you in for failing to produce ID.”

“You don’t have the right to ask for it.”

“I just told you I do. Give it to me or walk away. I’m feeling generous.”

Simmons stared at him, nodded once, walked to a pickup, and drove off without another word.

Mack watched him go, then got in his own truck and sat there.

Simmons had turned the opposite direction from Mallory’s place.

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At the end of the day Mallory locked up the shop, climbed into her Tahoe, and drove to her parents’ place to pick up T.J.