“Almost convinced? What happened?” Jack steepled his hands.

“It’s not easy to follow someone out on a state highway and then out on a mountain road without them spotting a tail.”

“But you managed.”

“Yes. I wondered if Jim was onto me the way he was taking obscure county roads and seemed to be going in circles as if he was trying to shake me. So, I lost him on purpose. I turned off on a county road and waited.”

Dallas frowned. “I came back around and headed in the direction I’d seen him, and then I spotted his vehicle parked at a trailhead. I hid my vehicle farther up the road and headed into the forest toward the trail with my camera.”

“Were there other vehicles at the trailhead?” Jack asked.

“Two others. Not that surprising. I took pictures of the vehicles and got the license plate numbers. I followed Mr. Raymond off the trail by half a mile. I hung back a good distance so he didn’t know I had trailed him, and I captured him talking to someone with my telephoto lens.”

Terra retrieved the photographs and slid them across the desk. “This woman?”

“Yes.” Dallas held Terra’s gaze. “You knew this already.”

“I only have these two photographs and no context. If you have more, please share them. This is all we could retrieve at Mrs. Raymond’s home. Have you learned this woman’s name?”

“I have her name, but Pauline didn’t want to know that information. Honestly, these photographs don’t prove he was having an affair. He could simply have stumbled on another hiker and had a conversation.”

“But you don’t think that’s what happened.”

“I don’t. Jim . . . well, he didn’t seem the type to hike. Though he could have been talking to a stranger, I got the sense that he was in a deep conversation with her.”

“Can we see the rest of the photographs?”

“I can tell you her name, but as for the rest, my office was broken into and many of my files were stolen.”

“Let me guess.” Jack stood. “Everything on Jim Raymond is gone?”

“I didn’t have that much, but yes, it’s gone.”

“What do you think is going on?” Jack asked. “Why would Jim Raymond’s files be important?”

“I don’t know. Jim never did anything suspicious other than meet with this woman. I only surveilled him for three weeks.”

Interesting. “Why are you packing up your office?”

Dallas rose and walked around the small space, peering into opened boxes. “Business hasn’t been so great. I’m in the bad part of town, and my office was ransacked. Files were stolen. Honestly, it’s not worth the hassle to struggle so much. I had already been mulling the idea of switching careers when this happened. So, I’m moving to Georgia to work with my sister. She owns a catering business.”