“I read about what he did. I may not live in the valley, but I keep up with the news. I guess your hometown is always going to be a part of you.” Hank slowed at a line of rural mailboxes.

Ketch shook his head. “I wouldn’t know. I was moved from one foster home to another so many times that to this day I have trouble remembering my zip code.”

“So you enlisted as soon as you were old enough?”

“Right. Only kin I had was Uncle Sam. But I heard about this valley from a drill sergeant and decided this place would be nice to visit when I got out. Came and never wanted to leave. Sergeant Randall lets me work construction when I have free time.” Ketch laughed. “Only problem is, on the job, he still sounds like a drill sergeant.”

Ketch’s phone pinged, and he picked it up. “I’ll tell him. We’ll be there as soon as we can.”

When he slipped his phone back in his pocket, Ketch said calmly, “Pecos says we’ve had our first bomb go off. Clifton’s hospital. Did some damage. No one hurt.”

“Where in the hospital?”

“Between the front doors. Shattered glass in both directions. Sheriff is en route to determine damage and secure the location.”

Hank swung the Lincoln around, running off the road on both sides, and headed back to town.

“Our little hospital is off—” Ketch started.

Hank snapped, “I know where it is. I was there a week ago after I ran over Millie.”

“Remind me to slug you later for that, sir. You couldn’t have run over a nicer woman.”

“I know.” Hank nodded. “I will remind you to swing when this is over. I deserve it.”

Ketch stared at Hank as he said slowly, “One bomb next door to your father’s house, one planted in the library that your car was parked behind. Now the hospital you’ve visited.”

“Coincidence . . .” But one more fact rolled around in his brain. They found the first bomb the day he arrived. “Coincidence?” he said again and let the echo roll around the car.

As they came in sight of town, Ketch answered another call. This time he didn’t say anything.

Hank could make out the caller screaming but not the words.

“Where?” Hank asked as Ketch ended the call.

“You been to the pharmacy lately?” Ketch whispered. “They just called in, one pipe bomb found beside the building. The ranger’s headed to the second site. He said it is thought to be armed but hasn’t gone off. He wants us to meet him there first. The hospital doors are roped off. That crime scene is being guarded by security.”

Hank frowned. “I hung out at the hospital for hours one night and I didn’t see any security.” He pressed down on the accelerator.