Page 4 of Fierce: Sawyer
Brennan snorted and let go of the guy. “Asshole here mugged a woman on my run this morning. I wasn’t going to just let him get away.”
“I don’t have a purse,” the guy yelled.
“Then why were you running when the woman yelled?” Brennan said.
“You had a purse,” Faith said. “I saw it. It was a small leather purple tote bag. I thought it was funny and didn’t go with your gray hoodie as you ran toward me.”
“Nice catch,” Brennan said to her. “I’m sure he ditched it when I was checking on you.”
“The five seconds it took for you to ask if I was fine and run off?” she asked sarcastically.
“Hey,” he said, smirking. “I helped you up.”
“I guess.” She squatted down and told Fred. “Where’s the bag, Fred?”
“It’s my bag,” a woman said, coming up to them. “He ripped it right out of my arms.”
“We’ll have someone search for it,” the officer said. “We need you to come down to the station. You too,” Faith was told. “Brennan, you know the drill.”
“Unfortunately.”
Faith turned to the woman. “If you don’t mind Fred sniffing your hand, he could find it faster, I’m sure.”
“Anything to get it back,” the woman said. She held her hand out, Fred sniffed it for a minute.
“Find the bag, Fred,” she said and clapped her hands, then winced in pain.
“I’m going with you,” Brennan said when Fred started to pull her back toward the way they’d all been running.
“I can’t keep up with him,” she said, being yanked along. She didn’t expect Fred to do that to her.
“Give me his leash or let him go,” Brennan said.
She handed the leash over and was shocked that Fred took off in a run, Brennan’s long legs easily keeping up.
Damn, he had a lot of muscle on him now that she was getting a good look at his body.
He had a knit hat on his head, probably keeping his head warm from the sweat chilling him.
There was a scruffy beard going on that she found oddly sexy when she never had before.
Fred’s barking got louder and she caught up to them by some bushes. She took Fred’s leash and Brennan went into the brush, found the bag and brought it out.
“I’m sure we’ll get the guy’s DNA on this, but I don’t need it. I know what I saw.”
“Me too,” she said.
“Which is why you need to come down and give a statement too. Can I give you and Fred a lift back home? He can’t come in though I’d love to see what he thinks of our guy,” he said, laughing.
Not afraid of Fred and Fred sure the heck wasn’t afraid of Brennan. So far, so good. If she was thinking along the lines of a date. Which she shouldn’t be since she’d told herself it was better to keep to herself rather than get more comments from her family or be disappointed yet again.
Right now she was more concerned about the stinging cuts and the aches her body was feeling and how she must look like the hot mess express.
“If you don’t mind,” she said. “I need to clean up.”
“I should take you to the hospital,” he said. “I didn’t even think it.”
The two of them walked back to where the woman and the cuffed mugger were waiting with the other officer.