Chapters (77)
- Cover
- Endorsements
- Books by Elizabeth Goddard
- Title Page
- Copyright Page
- Dedication
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- THIRTY
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- SIXTY
- SIXTY-ONE
- SIXTY-TWO
- SIXTY-THREE
- SIXTY-FOUR
- SIXTY-FIVE
- A Preview of Book 2 in the ROCKY MOUNTAIN COURAGE Series
- Author’s Note
- Acknowledgments
- About the Author
- Back Ads
- Back Cover
“And you cover all your bases, Jack. I know you’ll find the killer. As for me, I need to get back to work. Take care of yourself. You know we’re here to help if needed.”
Terra exited the laundry room. Would he ever see her again? Did he want to see her? He shoved those errant thoughts aside for another day.
Sighing, Jack scratched his jaw, dreading his next task. He didn’t want possible evidence further contaminated. He needed to clear the house of all the guests, but Pauline wasn’t going to like it.
His cell rang and he answered. “Tanner.”
“You’re not going to believe where we found Jim’s vehicle.”
NINE
After leaving Jack at Pauline’s, deep in the thick of Jim’s murder case, Terra had struggled to focus on her own investigations for the forest service. She’d gone into the national forest supervisor’s office in Goode’s Pass to get on top of the reports and paperwork that seemed to grow exponentially.
She didn’t like to spend a lot of time in the office and preferred the outdoors. She hadn’t imagined she would spend so much time at a desk, but that was the nature of the beast when working for the federal government in any capacity.
That’s why, Jim’s murder aside, Terra had enjoyed being outdoors yesterday even if it had to be with Jack.
Elbow on the desk, she rubbed her temple. He’d been serious and focused on the investigation, but at the end of the day, he’d started digging into personal matters. And for that reason, she should be relieved she wouldn’t be working with him. But every part of her wanted to be included in the search for Jim’s killer.
Who would have thought sitting at a desk would leave her so exhausted when the biggest muscle she had used was her brain? She could literally sleep for a week, but she’d only get further behind. She’d made no real headway on the timber theft case she was working.
But in all honesty, she wasn’t truly focusing.
Her mind kept returning to Jim’s body.
To Pauline’s tears.
And to Jack’s face when he’d first emerged from the forest after descending that cliff. His expressions throughout the rest of the day. And especially the look he’d given her when he found her talking to Pauline this morning as though she had taken on his investigation.
At five-thirty, Terra ended the tedious workday and stuffed paperwork back into drawers, giving her desk the appearance of belonging to a special agent on top of her game. Then she made the forty-five-minute drive to Gramps’s ranch where she was staying for the time being.