Whereâs that search team?â
The boy moved to her side and took her elbow. She liked the feel of his fingers as he guided her to the trail. She stole a glance at him. He had brown hair, longish at the top, but trimmed neatly at the sides and back. The breeze blew a few strands over his forehead. He brushed them away. When they reached the trail he stopped and checked to see if anyone was following.
âI guess theyâre really going to leave us alone. I donât hear anyone coming.â
Shelby turned around. He was right. No one had followed them.
âThanks for what happened back there,â she said. She couldnât help staring at him. She didnât recognize him from school. But that was no big surprise, the high school was bursting at the seams with new students. Detective Rutherford assumed they were friends, but who was he? And what did he really want? Maybe he just wanted his fifteen minutes of fame to tell the world all about this.
âNo problem.â
âAm I supposed to know you?â
He faced her. âNope, Iâm new in town. Matt Turner, brand new senior at Whispering Springs High, nice to meet you.â
âLike the Turner Federal Court House?â Shelby couldnât help being wary of his arriving-in-the-nick-of-time moment.
He laughed. âNo. I have no idea who Judge Turner was.â
It was an adorable laugh, but Shelby was not about to be taken in. He had some explaining to do. She backed a few feet away. âWhy did you do that? Do you know who I am?â
âYes, and I know what everyone is saying about you, but your story sounds true to me. Lies are usually huge and involved.â He lifted his shoulders giving her a lopsided grin. âIâm on your side.â
âYouâre probably the only one in town.â Shelby looked back toward the trees. Even her friends had turned on her, so what was this strange boy up to? She decided to be direct. âSo what were you doing in there?â
âI was curious,â he said. âI saw you walking while I was shooting hoops and thought you were cute. Then a couple of cops hopped out of cars and started running after you as soon as you got out of sight. Then that other manâ¦â
âDetective Rutherford.â
âDetective Rutherford was running behind them. I decided to snoop. I didnât know what was going on until I got in there.â Matt took a few more steps up the trail. âThat detective was trying hard to get you to slug him so when you doubled up your fists I decided to interrupt things.â
Shelbyâs eyes widened. âWhy would he do that?â
âSo he could arrest you for assaulting an officer.â
Her eyes flared. She had come close to slugging him and grabbing Brownie Bear. She shivered and wrapped her arms around her waist.
âYou okay?â
She nodded. âJust had a flash of being back in that interrogation room.â
âRough, huh?â
âHorrifying. Thanks, Matt, but I donât think I actually would have hit him. But I wanted to.â Shelby relaxed. Mattâs story made sense to her. Like he said, it was simple, not all involved.
âIâm glad I didnât wait to see. I always wanted to rescue a pretty girl.â
Shelbyâs cheeks warmed. Matt chuckled. Why couldnât she act cool in situations like these?
âCome on, I better drive you home before the news guys get here. Just a second.â He dug in his back pocket and pulled out a wadded up baseball cap. âHere let me help get this thing on you.â
Shelby let him take her hair, twist it up on top of her head, then cover it with the cap. She put both hands on top of it and grinned. âWhat do you think?â
Matt tweaked her under the chin. âYou could be my kid brother. Letâs go, bro.â
Just two seconds ago her tummy had fluttered because he said she was cute. Now he thought she could pass for a boy. She