him off to disappear. How much is that horse worth, anyway?â
Jenna named a staggering amount, her voice barely above a whisper. âThe carousel is very rare,â she added.
âNo kidding,â Bobby said dryly. âWhat the devil were you thinking?â Jennaâs face crumpled, and tears slid down her pale cheeks. He felt like heâd just kicked a kitten. âIâm sorry. I didnât mean that the way it sounded.â
âOf course you did,â she said, her expression bleak. âWhy shouldnât you say it? My father certainly will.â
âWhich is precisely why I shouldnât have,â Bobby said. âBelieve me, Iâve been in your shoes more times than I care to count.â
âHe has,â Tucker confirmed. âWhen it comes to sensitivity, King Spencer missed the classes.â
Jenna heaved a sigh. âMy father didnât even know there were classes.â
Ignoring his better judgment, Bobby gave her shoulder a sympathetic squeeze. âDonât worry. Tucker will track down that security guard and figure out whatâs going on.â
âI donât have time to wait for that,â Jenna said. âI have to get home. I have a daughter who wants to dye her hair purple.â
Bobby held up his hands. âI donât even want to know about that one. You go on home. Keep the dye away from your daughter. Tucker will be in touch.â
She shook her head. âThis is my mess.â
âMs. Kennedy, I appreciate your willingness to take responsibility for your actions, but this is not your mess,â Tucker assured her. âThat horse was stolen here in Trinity Harbor. Now itâs my mess.â
For the first time all day, Bobby managed a grin. âIt is, isnât it? Daddyâs going to love hearing about a majortheft taking place in broad daylight on the supposedly safe streets of Trinity Harbor.â He held out his hand to Jenna. âCome on. Letâs go to lunch. Maybe by the time weâve had dessert, Tucker here will have figured out who the bad guy is.â
Tucker frowned at him. âYouâre giving me an hour to solve this?â
Bobby nodded. âAnd then Iâm going to King and put him in charge. You know how Daddy likes to show you up. Iâm pretty sure there was a time in his life when he wanted to be Wyatt Earp.â
Jenna laughed, exactly as Bobby had intended. He gave her hand a squeeze. âWe donât have a lot of crime here. A big-time thief wonât get far without some nosy person asking a lot of questions. Everything will be all right.â
It had to be, because with her hand tucked into his, he was just starting to realize that he was in very deep water.
4
H arvey Needham was a bona fide, first-class idiot. Heâd been the mayor of Trinity Harbor for two terms now, and he still knew next to nothing about managing a town. Oh, he kept the garbage pickups running on schedule and managed to keep the budget in the black, but he was not exactly a visionary, which made him a major thorn in Bobbyâs side.
If it had been up to Harvey, there would have been condominiums slapped up on every square inch of waterfront property and the public wouldnât set foot in the Potomac River ever again.
His arrival in Bobbyâs office just as the chaos over the stolen carousel horse was settling down couldnât have been worse timing. He took in Tuckerâs presence, and a gleam of satisfaction lit his beady little eyes.
âTrouble?â he inquired in a deceptively pleasant tone.
âAlready handled,â Tucker assured him.
âGood to know the sheriffâs office has things under control,â Harvey said. âMind telling me what itâs all about?â
âYes,â Bobby said curtly, dragging Jenna toward thedoor in the faint hope of making an escape before the mayor went off on some tirade.
Harvey blocked his path. âI am the mayor