What about Rebecca Travers? Sure, she seemed interested in what had happened to her sister, but was it just an act? She and her sister had been at odds often enough, and Megan had stolen Mr. Wonderful—James Cahill—away from her.

He pulled out of the lot and headed back to the station.

Jennifer Korpi was another ex who was connected with Cahill and, despite her protestations, didn’t seem over him.

Or was this whole scorned-woman thing overrated?

According to Andie, Megan thought James Cahill was capable of doing her bodily harm. If anything happens to me, it’s James, his fault.

Was he a murderer? One with an accomplice? So that he could suffer an attack, but survive, and whoever was involved with him would take care of Megan—follow her? Chase her down? Did that hang together?

Charity Spritz had been in San Francisco when she’d been murdered. What had she dug up? Maybe something about the Cahill family? Something someone didn’t want anyone to find out?

Or had it been about Megan? She and Rebecca had grown up in the area. He wondered again what Charity Spritz had known, what she’d been doing in San Francisco, and what, if anything, her death had to do with the mystery surrounding Megan Travers.

If Rivers was a betting man—and he was—he’d put his badge on the line, wagering that the two cases were linked. But then, that was an easy bet. Charity Spritz had been onto something in San Francisco, something that had gotten her killed.

CHAPTER 37

CHAPTER 37

At noon, Rivers counted three news vans in the parking lot and twice that many reporters gathering around the steps to the Sheriff ’s Department. Rebecca Travers, pale-faced but determined, stood next to the public information officer, Roxy O’Grady. Travers was speaking into the microphone, making a plea for her sister’s safe return, and all eyes were on her as a cold wind blew, rattling the chains of the flagpole and rushing through the branches of the bare shrubbery surrounding the brick building.

“. . . and to anyone who has information that leads to locating Megan, we are offering a five-thousand-dollar reward. My family just wants Megan back. Thank you.”

Rivers thought her speech had seemed heartfelt, despite her lack of tears, but Mendoza wasn’t convinced.

“That woman has ice water in her veins,” she said. “I don’t trust her.”

Rivers was on the fence about Rebecca Travers, not convinced she was innocent, not completely trusting her, but then he was suspicious of most people. He watched as she concluded her plea, then took a step back as the PIO took over. Roxy O’Grady asked anyone who had information to call the department and offered up the Sheriff’s Department’s phone number.