Would you have to witness your mother turning away gypsies to be sure she would not sell you?” “Point taken, but not conceded. Until we catch the killer, I will do as my partner does, and that means that I have to suspect everyone.” He pulled up to the house. “Your mother isn’t home yet. If you don’t mind, I’ll wait here with you until she gets back.” Tasheka turned to him and the lights from her home illuminated the interior of the car. Tasheka could see Thorston’s handsome face, his big, strong hands, and his eyes gleaming with desire for her. He laughed nervously. “What’s so funny?” she asked. “Nothing,” he replied. “Are you fascinated with me?” “Do you think I’m fascinated with you?” “Only you can answer that.” “How would you feel if I was?” “I wouldn’t like it,” Tasheka said bluntly. “Why?” he asked softly. “I wouldn’t want you to be fascinated with me,” Tasheka said in businesslike voice as she fixed her hair, “because fascination is temporary.
