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the truth.<br />
He relaxed somewhat and took a closer look at the judge. Gone was the severe ponytail she’d<br />
worn in court. Her hair was hanging loose to her collarbone. Under his scrutiny, she self-consciously<br />
hooked it behind her ears. “I’ll ask again. What are you doing here?”<br />
“Were you asleep?”<br />
“Yes.”<br />
Knowing she was lying, he just looked at her.<br />
After several seconds, she sighed. “I tried to sleep but couldn’t keep my mind off the shooting.”<br />
“Whose whiskey?”<br />
“What?” Following his line of sight, she looked over at the bottle on the counter. “Mine.”<br />
“I doubt it.”<br />
“All right, a friend left it—”<br />
“What friend?”<br />
“—and I’m glad he did—”<br />
“He?”<br />
“—because I needed it tonight.” With asperity, she straightened her spine. “I don’t have to explain<br />
a damn thing to you, Mr. Hunt, but you’ve got a hell of a lot to explain to me. Like what you’re doing<br />
here and how you knew where I live.”<br />
“I’m not a Texas Ranger for nothing.”<br />
“Don’t be cute.”<br />
“Wasn’t trying to be. Took me eight years as a trooper before I could even apply.”<br />
While she fumed, he took a more thorough look around the kitchen. There were the usual small<br />
appliances on the counter, an African violet in the window above the sink, a small dining table with<br />
only two chairs. Compact and scrupulously tidy. Nothing fussy. About what he would expect.<br />
“How long have you lived here?” he asked.<br />
“Since the day I came to town.”<br />
“From Dallas, right?” He cocked an eyebrow. “City girl gone country?”<br />
Annoyed by that, she said, “I’ll ask you one more time. What are you doing here?”<br />
“That was going to be my next question to you. Why here?”<br />
“I told you. The widow—”<br />
“I mean why Prentiss? Why our humble burg here on the edge of a swamp?”<br />
“When Judge Waters’s health forced him to step down from the bench, he encouraged me to apply<br />
to be his replacement.”<br />
“Out of all the legal eagles vying for that appointment, he encouraged you. Why?”<br />
When she hesitated to answer, he realized he’d tapped into a touchy subject. With obvious<br />
reluctance she said, “He’d known me since I was born. He and my father were good friends.”<br />
“Huh.”<br />
“What does that ‘huh’ imply?”<br />
“Favoritism?”<br />
“You should be campaigning for Greg Sanders.”<br />
“That loudmouth? No thanks.”<br />
“He does like to crow. His credentials are unimpressive and his platform shaky, so he’s resorted<br />
to mudslinging. According to him, I’m too young and inexperienced.”