She was already dressed for today’s meeting in a forest-green, knee-length skirt suit, cream silk blouse, paisley scarf, and heels. Kade wore crisp blue jeans, a pale yellow western shirt with pearl snaps, and his dark brown, western-cut tweed jacket.

The valet had kept the Mercedes waiting out front, and they settled themselves inside, out of the frosty cold. Kade followed North Broadway to I-25, then merged south toward the Denver Tech Center in Greenwood Village.

Red Tag Advance Software Developers was a multistoried building on a grassy knoll in the 4600 block of Ulster Street. In the two-story lobby, a security guard behind the counter checked to see if they had an appointment.

“Yes, here you are.” The guard, a chubby little man with a beard, scanned the computer screen in front of him. “Eleanor Bowman and Kade Logan to see Bryan Meeks. You can go right on up.”

The elevator ride was brief, the doors opening onto the eighth floor, where a receptionist with a cap of short blond hair sat behind a desk with a black granite top.

The blonde stood up behind the desk. “Mr. Meeks is expecting you. If you’ll please follow me.” She led them through one of the double doors leading into Meeks’s massive office. The view through the big glass windows reached all the way to distant, snow-topped peaks.

Meeks rose from his chair and strode toward them, a handsome dark-haired man with sad brown eyes. “Mr. Logan. Ms. Bowman.” He extended his hand to each of them, and they shook. “I understand you wanted to see me about what happened to my wife.”

“Ms. Bowman is a private investigator,” Kade said. “I hired her to look into the murder of my wife, Heather, which, according to police, has a number of similarities to the recent murder of your wife, Barbara.”

Meeks’s shoulders sagged. “Why don’t we sit down?” He led the way to an ultra-modern, black leather sofa and matching chrome-and-black chairs in front of a glass-topped table. All of them sat down, Kade next to Ellie on the sofa. He rested his Stetson on his knee.

Bryan leaned back in his chair. “So, Mr. Logan, apparently we share a similar pain.”

“It’s just Kade, and it looks that way.”

“We’re here to see if we can find a common thread between the two women,” Ellie said. “Something that could link them to the man who killed them.”

Meeks frowned. “I don’t understand. From what I was told, your wife was murdered eight years ago. You don’t really think there’s a chance it could be the same man, do you?”

“The police think it’s possible,” Kade said. “Maybe you can help us find out if it’s true.”

Bryan’s features tightened. “I want to find out who killed her. What would you like to know?”