Chapters (77)
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- A Preview of Book 2 in the ROCKY MOUNTAIN COURAGE Series
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“I don’t know why I didn’t think of that.” Admiration swelled in her heart. “Seriously, I should have made that connection already.”
Jack stared at his cell. “I’ll see what more we’ve come up with on her company and her background, and look into any archaeological sites her company has run into.”
“She traveled, Jack, so that search has to be broad and wide.”
“She was murdered in Montana. Jim was murdered in Montana. We’ll start in the county seat of Big Rapids and work our way out from there.”
Terra turned onto a winding road leading into the Gros Ventre Wilderness area.
Jack groaned. “I think my call is going to have to wait.”
“No signal?”
“No. Oh, wait, there it is. No. Gone again.”
A burst of laughter escaped. She hadn’t laughed so hard in far too long. But no more laughing for her as she turned onto a challenging, rocky, and twisted drive up the mountain.
“Just where are you taking us?” he asked.
“I put this address in the GPS, but I was warned it was kind of tough to get to. A guest ranch. Owned by somebody McKade out in the boonies near the town of Grayback. Apparently they were dozing to install a new structure when they came across human remains and artifacts, so the construction has stopped. Dr. Brand is leading the team of archaeologists, interns, and volunteers.”
“Dr. Brand. He’s the guy you don’t have a story with?”
She steered slowly under an archway with “Emerald M Ranch” carved into the pine arch.
Terra angled a look at Jack. “That’d be the one.”
THIRTY-EIGHT
Jack hiked with Terra across the meadow where several white, tented domes had been set up. A few people worked in excavated grids dug several feet down. Some crouched or squatted. Whatever their position, their focus remained in the dirt. He glanced back at the sprawling log cabin in the distance and presumed that to be the main house.
He’d run into Liam McKade when he was an FBI special agent working in the Jackson Hole area. And he owed the guy his life. Would he see Liam today?
“You seem distracted, Jack. You okay?”
Terra’s voice drew him back to the moment. “Yep.”
They approached the back of two tented domes situated close together. She slowed.
Jack stopped walking. “You’re hesitating. Why?”
“Someone’s talking.”
“Yeah? So?”
A man stepped from between the two tents, followed by a woman. At the sight of the familiar face, shock coursed through Jack.
She shook hands with the man. “Thanks for the interview, Dr. Brand.”
He smiled as if immensely pleased with himself, then his eyes landed on Terra, who instantly stiffened.
“Rae?” Jack stepped forward. “Rae Burke? I can’t believe it.”