Page 27 of SEAL's Harmony
“Do you remember what time you parked your car?”
“Umm, it was a little after five pm. I came straight from work.”
The detective nodded as he made notes.
Ry and Whiskey stood on either side of her like her personal protection, and she’d be forever grateful. Even if her father showed up, Ry wouldn’t let him steal her away. She knew it without a doubt.
“Which bank?”
Harmony told him about the bank, including the branch number and address, then stole a glance at Ry. He smiled, encouraging her.
“Great, thank you. Do you know if the complex has cameras?”
“No, I’m sorry. I never thought to ask,” Harmony replied. Should it have been something she checked for? She’d only lived at home and in their small town, no one locked their doors. Putting up cameras would have been an insult to your neighbors.
“It’s okay, we’ll check with the office in the morning.” Then he made more notes.
Harmony was antsy as she fought the urge to run and hide.
“Are you okay? Would you like to sit in the back of the car?”
“No,” Harmony exclaimed. The last thing she wanted to do was get into the police car, marked or unmarked. But she hadn’t meant to shout and bring the attention back to her.
“This is very nerve-wracking for her,” Ry added.
“I’m sure. You’re not in trouble, young lady, unless you’ve done something wrong?” the detective asked.
“No, nothing. I’ve only lived here a few months. The car is new to me. I purchased it used in Iowa before I moved here.”
“And what’s your name, sir?” the cop asked Ry.
“Chief Petty Officer Ryder Purcell, stationed at JEB Little Creek-Fort Story, sir.”
The detective’s expression softened. “And is this your dog, Ms. Taylor?”
“No, sir, he’s Ry’s teammate.” Harmony wasn’t sure how to refer to Whiskey, so she improvised.
“That’s right, he’s part of our TEAM, a K9 soldier.”
The cop looked down at Whiskey and he let out a low growl and moved to stand in front of Harmony as if to say back off. Sky’s words came back to her. Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad to have an alpha protector for a boyfriend, after all.
“Were you home all evening?”
Harmony looked up at Ry, and he squeezed her hand. “No, I was out with Ry, Ryder. We were at the Ready Room. We were with a lot of friends, so we have an alibi.”
The detective chuckled. “You don’t need an alibi, you’re not a suspect. I just need all of this for the police report. You’ll need a copy to file a claim with your insurance company.”
“Oh, right. I didn’t even think about that.” Harmony breathed a sigh of relief. She shouldn’t be a suspect. Based on her experience with the police, her trust level was non-existent.
“Speaking of that, do you have your insurance card and vehicle registration? We’re waiting on the tow truck to take your car to the station. The crime scene techs have to wait for the vehicle to cool off before finishing their investigation.”
“Oh no, they were in the glove compartment. I’ll have to get copies.”
“It’s okay, we can get it. Just one more question. Do you know of any reason someone would do this to your car?”
“I really don’t. Like I said, I’ve only lived here a short time and I don’t think I’ve made any enemies.” Harmony hesitated, and the detective picked up on it.
“It looks like you thought of someone…”
