Alex concentrated on the video. West replayed it.

A woman dressed in all black—yoga pants, a T-shirt, and a cap—opened up the back of her car and shuffled stuff around. A sledgehammer was in plain view.

Alex memorized the license plate but asked, “Did you run them?”

“I did. The vehicle belongs to a Shelby Colton.” West pulled up her address for Alex.

“Let’s pay her a visit.” Alex hoped that since the detective had seen fit to show him this much, he wouldn’t mind him tagging along.

West nodded. “As long as you’re free to go.”

Alex stood and took in the busy county sheriff’s office, which was filled with more personnel than it had probably ever seen, even during the incident surrounding Erin.

He was free, except he didn’t want to leave Mackenzie. Then he spotted her walking down the hallway with Nora and Carson, heading toward the exits. She glanced over her shoulder. Was she searching for him? But her gaze never found him.

Disappointment landed in his gut. He should chase after her, but West had started walking. He turned to Alex. “You coming?”

He would catch up with Mackenzie later. Now was the time to solve the memorial vandalism. “Yes.”

Twenty minutes later Alex was walking with Trevor up the steps to a second-floor landing, and they found Shelby Colton’s apartment number. It was 8:30 in the evening. West knocked and held himself in both a compelling and intimidating demeanor.

The door opened, and a young, smallish woman answered with a tenuous smile. Her pupils spasmed, but she kept her cool. She was guilty alright. But was she guilty of vandalism?

“I’m Detective West, and this is Special Agent Alex Knight. Do you mind if we ask you a few questions?”

She stiffened and stood taller, then took a slight step back, bracing the door as if she would close it. “What’s this about?”

Trevor hadn’t given Alex leeway, but he was taking it. “We have video footage of you destroying memorial plaques at the Rocky Mountain Courage Memorial.”

Next to him, the detective stiffened, but he didn’t dispute Alex’s words. Her response could tell them what they needed to know.

She moved to slam the door.

Trevor stuck his foot in the doorway. “Ma’am, I’m going to need you to come with me for questioning.”

“Am I being arrested? Because I figure if you really had a video, then you would have led with that. I don’t even own a sledgehammer.”

Alex’s heart jumped to his throat. They hadn’t mentioned a sledgehammer. And that information had been kept out of the news for just such a moment.

Trevor pulled out his handcuffs and slapped them on her. “We have a video, and now with those words, we have our confirmation.”