Chapters (77)
- Cover
- Endorsements
- Books by Elizabeth Goddard
- Title Page
- Copyright Page
- Dedication
- ONE
- TWO
- THREE
- FOUR
- FIVE
- SIX
- SEVEN
- EIGHT
- NINE
- TEN
- ELEVEN
- TWELVE
- THIRTEEN
- FOURTEEN
- FIFTEEN
- SIXTEEN
- SEVENTEEN
- EIGHTEEN
- NINETEEN
- TWENTY
- TWENTY-ONE
- TWENTY-TWO
- TWENTY-THREE
- TWENTY-FOUR
- TWENTY-FIVE
- TWENTY-SIX
- TWENTY-SEVEN
- TWENTY-EIGHT
- TWENTY-NINE
- THIRTY
- THIRTY-ONE
- THIRTY-TWO
- THIRTY-THREE
- THIRTY-FOUR
- THIRTY-FIVE
- THIRTY-SIX
- THIRTY-SEVEN
- THIRTY-EIGHT
- THIRTY-NINE
- FORTY
- FORTY-ONE
- FORTY-TWO
- FORTY-THREE
- FORTY-FOUR
- FORTY-FIVE
- FORTY-SIX
- FORTY-SEVEN
- FORTY-EIGHT
- FORTY-NINE
- FIFTY
- FIFTY-ONE
- FIFTY-TWO
- FIFTY-THREE
- FIFTY-FOUR
- FIFTY-FIVE
- FIFTY-SIX
- FIFTY-SEVEN
- FIFTY-EIGHT
- FIFTY-NINE
- 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
Jack turned left on Main Street, which meant he was probably heading for the county offices. She would have asked him to grab a bite with her, but she needed space from the investigation. Time to think about these new developments. And she needed distance from Jack.
She steered toward her grandfather’s ranch, which required her to drive a curvy mountain road for about twenty miles. No one would be there to greet her tonight since Owen and Gramps were in Idaho to meet with an equestrian therapist. She was proud of her brother and hoped he would be able to secure the right connections to make this dream happen. With Gramps accompanying him, the chances were good.
She struggled to keep her mind focused on the road ahead of her. Gripping the steering wheel, she leaned forward, closer to the windshield, as though that would help her vision. Dusk, combined with the steady downpour, made navigating the curvy road troublesome.
A set of headlights had been following her since she left town. Someone else had the same treacherous drive tonight.
Or not.
Darkness seemed to grip her soul. Maybe it was Jim’s murder—stabbed in the back, then tossed from a cliff—along with her discovery today that made her a little paranoid.
The forest she loved so much was no longer safe in this day and age, a morbid fact that was confirmed for her more each day on her job.
As the headlights behind her kept pace, her uneasiness grew. The car behind her was probably just a weary traveler like she was.
To test that theory, she turned down a road that led her away from the ranch. Sure enough, the car turned as well.
Next test.
She increased her speed. If the vehicle following also increased their speed, that would tell her something.
The vehicle not only kept pace—it sped up.
FIFTEEN
At the county sheriff’s office, Jack tried Terra again on his cell as he made his way to his desk. He spotted the familiar poster. Someone had set it on top of the stack of paperwork waiting for him.
Cocker spaniel named Freckles looking for lost boy.
Once again, he’d failed to make it home in time to help Aunt Nadine with the posters. Shame anchored to his chest. Had she come to the county offices to put the posters up and left him one as a reminder? An admonishment? No. That couldn’t be right. He knew her heart, and she wouldn’t have left this here to make him feel guilty.
Terra’s voice mail came up and drew his attention from the poster. He ended his fourth attempt to reach her, and this time he didn’t leave a voice mail.
Plopping into the chair at his desk, he sent her a text.