Chapters (45)
- Also by
- Title Page
- Copyright Page
- Dedication
- Acknowledgments
- Prologue
- Chapter One
- Chapter Two
- Chapter Three
- Chapter Four
- Chapter Five
- Chapter Six
- Chapter Seven
- Chapter Eight
- Chapter Nine
- Chapter Ten
- Chapter Eleven
- Chapter Twelve
- Chapter Thirteen
- Chapter Fourteen
- Chapter Fifteen
- Chapter Sixteen
- Chapter Seventeen
- Chapter Eighteen
- Chapter Nineteen
- Chapter Twenty
- Chapter Twenty-One
- Chapter Twenty-Two
- Chapter Twenty-Three
- Chapter Twenty-Four
- Chapter Twenty-Five
- Chapter Twenty-Six
- Chapter Twenty-Seven
- Chapter Twenty-Eight
- Chapter Twenty-Nine
- Chapter Thirty
- Chapter Thirty-One
- Chapter Thirty-Two
- Chapter Thirty-Three
- Chapter Thirty-Four
- Chapter Thirty-Five
- Chapter Thirty-Six
- Chapter Thirty-Seven
- Chapter Thirty-Eight
- Teaser
Jason sighed and his voice rose loud enough to be heard outside. “Knock it off, you morons. Get the job done, and we’ll have a snowball fight back at the office. Haylee and me against you.” He winced. “Sorry about that. They’re usually more professional.”
Haylee snorted. “No, they’re not. We’re barely grownups in this business. Now I can’t wait for the snowball fight.”
Laurel kicked a rock out of her way. “It’s kind of you to hire them.”
“I need them,” Jason said, looking toward the back of the barn and sketching out a double door opening to what appeared to be a deck. “We added the snowplowing part of the business last year just to keep us afloat, and they do a good job shoveling out the areas I can’t reach with the plow. Plus, they’re willing to work on weekends.”
Laurel scrutinized boards high above that would probably need to be replaced. “I’ve heard that Tommy has exhibited behavioral problems.”
Jason’s eyebrow rose. “Stupid rumors in a small town. You can’t believe them.” He flipped the page over and kept sketching. “Being the mayor’s kid can’t be easy, either.”
Haylee slapped his arm. “Don’t say that. The mayor and his wife have been great about sending us clients, and they’ve all but taken in Davie, who’s a sweetheart.”
Laurel paused. “They’ve taken in Davie?”
“No,” Jason said, continuing to draw. “Davie’s mom works for a housekeeping service in Seattle and has been trying to find work here but not having much luck. She’s overworked but seems like a kind lady. The kids spend a lot of time with each other. They’re in high school, Haylee. That’s normal.”
Haylee nodded.
Laurel mulled over the situation. “Do either of you know a Dr. Charlene Rox or Dr. Sharon Lamber?”
Haylee stilled. “Those are the two dead women.”
Laurel swiveled to face her. “How do you know that?”
“I subscribe to The Killing Hour, as part of the streaming news,” the young woman said, her eyes wide. “They had a big story on earlier this morning. It sounds like we have a serial killer here again. I remember seeing you on the news after the Snowblood Peak murders. Are you investigating another serial murderer?”
“Two murders don’t make a serial,” Laurel said. Apparently Huck’s ex had run with her story after their dinner the night before. What had he told her? How could he trust her after she’d betrayed him? “Did you know the victims?” How close had Tommy been to either woman?
“I was working in my office but did hear part of the podcast.” Jason shook his head. “I never met the mayor’s sister, but we remodeled Dr. Rox’s office last year after Harvey died. She hired him but allowed us to complete the job. She’s the shrink, right?”