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The Man from Nowhere
註釋Patricia Devlin, Trish to her friends, felt edgy, edgy enough to come to the sheriff's office. A pretty woman of about thirty, with auburn hair and moss-green eyes, she drew a lot of male attention and spurned all of it. She had and kept her secrets. Only children and fools did otherwise. Gage Dalton welcomed her warmly in his back office at the Conard County Sheriff's Department. With his burn-scarred face and tortured past, he'd once earned the nickname in the county of Hell's Own Archangel. Nobody thought of him that way anymore. Today he was the new sheriff, a moniker that would probably take years to erase after he'd replaced the town's longtime and well-beloved sheriff, who'd retired a few years ago. But it was Hell's Own Archangel Trish was here to see. The man Gage had once been, maybe, would understand. Hey, Trish, he said when he saw her at his office door. He smiled and waved her in. What can we do for you this morning? Trish, dressed in the local uniform of jeans, cowboy boots and a light jacket over her shirt, returned his smile and slid into the creaky old wood chair. She wasn't at all sure she was doing the right thing. Well, I'm not sure you can do anything, Gage. I'm probably just being paranoid. He leaned forward a bit to rest his arms on the desk. I never ignore paranoia. His tone was encouraging. Yeah, but I don't like to give in to it. Apparently, something is bothering you enough to come here, so just tell me. We'll figure out how to handle it. She hesitated, biting her lower lip. I don't want to get anyone into trouble. I doubt you'll get anyone into trouble who doesn't deserve it. What's going on? His logic made her smile again, uncomfortable as she was. Once more she hesitated, reconsidering, but then reminded herself this was the whole reason she'd come here: to get information so she could put this matter out of her mind. She had enough on her plate already without worrying about some stranger who was acting a ...