Sheriff Brady spoke a bit softer too. “Well…there’s just one member who was arrested for hunting illegally, and he had some sort of altercation with some hikers.” She looked directly at Tara and rolled her eyes. “I didn’t think it raised any red flags for murder though,” she added pointedly.

Warren interrupted. “What kind of altercation?”

“Just a few hikers approached him when he was hunting one day. They tried to tell him why it was morally wrong. A fight broke out, we got a call.” She rolled her eyes again. “It was while he was volunteering actually. He was supposed to be grooming the trail.”

“Who were the hikers he got in the fight with?” Warren asked.

“Just a group of friends. I think they were two sets of couples.”

“What age?”

She took a deep breath, growing frustrated at the incessant questioning. “I don’t know, early twenties maybe.”

The same age range as the victims. Warren let out a frustrated grunt.

“You didn’t think that was something to tell us about?” he asked, but he didn’t let her answer before he threw another question at her. “Has he volunteered recently?”

The sheriff let out a long sigh. “Listen, like I said, I didn’t think that all made him sound like a murderer. But no. He spent a night in jail and had a hefty fine, but after that, I was told he was given another chance but he never came back to volunteer.” She shrugged.

Tara and Warren quickly glanced at each other and then back at the sheriff.

“How long ago did all this happen?” Tara asked.

The sheriff pondered for a moment. “I’d say about two weeks ago.”

He was sounding increasingly like a suspect.

“Can we get his name and address?” Tara asked.

Sheriff Brady rolled her eyes. “Sure,” she said. “But, just warning you, it might waste precious time.”

It was a direct hit at Tara. Tara was younger than this woman and Tara got the sense that she didn’t like Tara acting as if she knew more than her.

“His name’s Kenny McNamara,” she said as she wrote his address down. “He lives a couple miles from here.”

She handed Tara the note and in a matter of time, they were both out the door.

Chapter Seventeen

Tara and Warren stood on the doorstep of Kenny McNamara’s mobile home. The sun had just begun to lower itself into midafternoon, causing it to directly hit the aluminum siding. Tara knocked and upon contact, she could feel the intense heat.

They waited a moment, and soon the door opened to reveal a tall, muscular man wearing a tank top that was most likely once white, but now was a few shades off.

“Can I help you?” he asked over the hum of the air conditioner.

“Kenny McNamara?” Tara asked.

He nodded his head hesitantly.

“We just wanted to ask you a couple questions.” Tara held up her badge. “Can we come in?”

He thought for a moment as his expression fell into worry.