Oops. She’d left it muted in her bag. “What’s up?”

“We found Jim’s vehicle.”

Terra absorbed the information. “And why are you telling me?”

He barely hitched a grin, as if he liked that she knew he had more. “I’m inviting you to the party, Terra.”

Her heart pounded. She’d wanted that, hadn’t she? “Why me? Why not Case Haymaker? He’s law enforcement.”

“Oh, he’s invited. We’re all working together to find a killer. But I’d especially like your help. Your specific skill sets.”

“Right. I’m forest service, and I know these woods. So do a lot of people.” Terra should stop talking because she did want to be involved in taking down Jim’s killer. She’d also have to confirm with her superior, ASAC—Assistant Special Agent in Charge—Daniel Murphy. But she was searching for the truth. Terra wanted to know if Jack had ulterior motives for bringing her into his investigation.

“Yes, you know the woods, and you’re experienced in complex investigations.” He shoved his hands into his pockets and peered at Stone Wolf Mountain, part of the Gallatin Range. “Jim could have come across an illegal marijuana garden worth millions and run by a drug-trafficking organization.”

That was something Terra would investigate. “But you don’t think that’s what happened.”

“Do you?”

“We will certainly search the area for anything he might have stumbled on that could have gotten him killed, but where did you find his vehicle?”

Jack crossed his arms. “In Lake Perot.”

“Wait. In the lake? Not near it?”

“Bottom of it, to be clear.”

“That’s twenty-five miles from where his body was found.” Could be drug traffickers, but she doubted they would go to that much trouble. She frowned. “Okay. You’ve piqued my interest. But how did you find his car to begin with?”

“We obtained the GPS data from his vehicle, and that led us to the lake. His smartphone could possibly provide additional information. We’re working on a warrant to get any data he backed up. The phone was at the bottom of the lake with his vehicle. I’ve since put someone on cross-referencing the homes of people Jim was actively targeting for sales against the data and activity on the days surrounding his murder.”

Admiration swelled inside. But then she would expect a former FBI agent to think outside the box. Crossing her arms, she leaned against the door and hoped he didn’t see that she was impressed. He was only doing his job, and he was good at it. “I have a feeling there’s more.”

“According to the data, he had parked at the Maverick Trailhead on the night of his murder.”

“And you don’t think he was meeting someone to sell them insurance.”

“No.”

“What exactly do you need from me?”