“Like I said, you’re a good man.” Her cheeks colored, and she turned her attention to taking their plates to the sink.

I wish you’d stop saying that.

How could she say that—think that—after what he’d done, the way he’d left and hurt her? How did he even broach that topic or begin to apologize? He found it difficult to even thank her for the compliment, because there were things she didn’t know that would probably change her mind about him if she found out. He had to turn this conversation far away from him.

“And not only do you make great pies, you’re a great investigator. I always knew you would make something of yourself. Something worthy of the legacy from which you came.”

There, he’d subtly let her know his thoughts. He hadn’t been cut from that same kind of hero cloth, and the two of them sewn together just wouldn’t work. That served as a great reminder to him. He had thought if he could make something of himself, things could be different. But he’d failed in the worst kind of way. He wasn’t even man enough to own up to the truth with Aunt Nadine.

Except his compliment had earned him a frown. She hadn’t liked his reference to her mother’s heroism? He opened his mouth to ask her more—

“We need to talk about the investigation,” she said. “There’s something I’ve been thinking I should do.”

“Oh yeah? What’s that?” Jack crossed his arms.

“I need to pay a visit to a friend in prison.”

“You have a friend in prison?”

“Friend is a loose term. I put a man in prison when I testified six months ago about an illegal pothunting ring. It was part of a sting I was involved in with the NPS.”

“You mentioned that before.”

“I’m not sure if he’ll have anything to share with us. I don’t know that even if he does know something, he’ll be willing to share. But it’s worth a try.”

“And if he won’t share information?”

“I’ll threaten him, of course.”

Jack leaned back in his chair, almost amused. “With what?”

A crooked grin hitched half her face. “His mother.”

“Excuse me?”

“I’ll threaten to tell her a few things that he doesn’t want her to know.”

Jack scratched his head. “Okay, I look forward to hearing more about this.”

His cell buzzed with a text. He read it out loud.

Couldn’t find Neva Bolz’s computer or laptop. No cell either.

Jack looked at Terra. “Seems she must have kept important information on her devices.”

Terra leaned against the counter. “Important enough to murder her and steal?”

“The guy we chased wasn’t carrying a laptop.”

“No, but he could have had her cell or even a tablet on him.”