I glanced through the small opening to see Sheriff Raines. I quickly opened the door. “Sheriff.”

“Morning, Ford. How are you feeling?”

I ushered him inside. “Like I took a particularly hard tackle in a game I hadn’t been training for.”

Raines chuckled. “That’s not a fun feeling.”

“No, it’s not.”

“Morning, Sheriff,” Bell greeted.

“Please, call me Parker, both of you.”

Bell nodded. “Okay, Parker, can I get you some coffee? Ford and I were just about to rustle up some breakfast.”

He held a hand out to indicate that Bell should lead the way. “We can do this in the kitchen. And I will never say no to coffee.”

Bell immediately set to work on breakfast while I started on the drinks. Pulling a few mugs down from the cabinet, I glanced at Parker. “So, you find anything?”

The sheriff scrubbed a hand over his face, drawing attention to eyes that clearly hadn’t seen enough sleep. “Nothing that helps in any significant way. The bank caught a brief glimpse of someone on their security feeds, but it’s from the back, and doesn’t give us much more than we already had to go on.”

I knew Bell had expected as much, but I’d been holding out hope that they’d get something usable. Parker cleared his throat. “I need to talk to you both about something, and it’s not going to be pleasant.”

I stiffened, moving closer to Bell, who’d stopped whisking eggs. “What is it?”

“I did some research last night and saw that Ford was driving the night your sister was killed, Bell.”

Her muscles visibly tensed as she set down the utensil. “What are you trying to say?”

“I’m wondering if there’s anyone who was especially angry after the accident. Not just upset, but truly angry.”

Bell’s mouth opened and closed as she tried to wrap her head around what Parker was asking. I cleared my throat. “I’m not sure I’ll be much help on that front. I left for college right after the accident and haven’t been back here until now.” Saying it outright like that made me realize just how cowardly it had been. I’d tucked tail and run.

A small, smooth hand slipped into mine, our fingers interlocking. The peace and comfort it brought nearly sent me to my knees, but I couldn’t bring myself to look at her. “There were lots of folks who were sad, and there were more than a few who were angry.”

My gaze flicked up to Bell. She swallowed hard. “At the top of that list would be my parents. They threatened to sue Ford if he had any contact with me or them.”

Parker straightened on his barstool. “Do your folks know Ford is back in town?”

Bell nodded. “We ran into them a few days ago at Rocco’s.”

“And how did that run-in go?”