Chapter 51

 

Beau hit his lights and siren the moment he cleared the parking lot behind his office. In his mirror, he couldn’t see Rico come out of the building yet, but he wasn’t waiting around. If Sam was in danger from this creep Sara Cook had described, there was no time to lose.

He’d ordered one of the younger deputies to run a background on Kurt Blake. His car radio keyed and the deputy began reading Blake’s rap sheet.

Drug charges, armed robberies, assault on a police officer—all dating back since the man was nineteen years old. Beau would bet there was a locked juvenile record on him too. Guys with that lifestyle didn’t just suddenly turn bad when they hit the legal age. He’d started small, no doubt, building upward from candy store thievery to middle school drug deals and onward.

Traffic moved aside as he took the intersection at Paseo and roared past the galleries and small shops. A lineup of stopped vehicles slowed him at the next light and he whooped his siren twice.

For a brief second he wondered what Sam’s reaction would be if he came macho-roaring his way up to her place of business and there was absolutely nothing wrong.

Forget it—embarrassed or not, he wasn’t taking the chance. Sara said there’d been a specific threat from this Kurt guy.