Saved By The Sheriff. Cindi Myers

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      “The paper has run articles,” her father said. “It’s been on all the television stations—I don’t know what else we can do.”

      “You can help me find the real murderer.”

      He was addressing Lacy, not her dad, his gaze pinning her. She remembered him looking at her that way the day he arrested her, the intensity of his stare making it clear she wasn’t going to get away with not answering his questions.

      “Why should I help you?” she asked.

      “You worked closely with Andy,” he said. “You knew his clients. You can walk me through his records. I’m convinced he knew his murderer.”

      “What if you try to pin this on the wrong person again?”

      He didn’t even flinch. “I won’t make that mistake again.”

      “Honey, I think maybe Travis is right,” her father said. “You probably know more about Andy’s job than anyone.”

      “What about Brenda?” Lacy asked. “She was his wife. He would have told her if someone was threatening him before he told me.”

      “He never said anything like that to her,” Travis said. “And she doesn’t know anything about his law practice.”

      “I’m pretty sure all the files from the business are still in storage,” she said. “You don’t need my help going through them.”

      “I do if I’m going to figure out what any of it means. You can help me avoid wasting time on irrelevant files and focus on anything that might be important.”

      His intense gaze pinned her, making her feel trapped. She wanted to say no, to avoid having anything to do with him. But what if he was right and he needed her help to solve the case? What if, by doing nothing, she was letting the real killer get away with murder? “All right,” she said. “I’ll help you.”

      “Thank you. I’ll call you tomorrow or the next day and set up a time to get together.” He picked up the box with the rock, touched the brim of his hat again and left.

      Lacy sank into a nearby arm chair. This wasn’t how she had envisioned her homecoming. She had hoped to be able to put the past behind her once and for all. Now she was volunteering to dive right back into it.

      * * *

      TRAVIS CRUISED EAGLE MOUNTAIN’S main street, surveying the groups of tourists waiting for tables at Kate’s Kitchen or Moe’s Pub, the men filling the park benches outside the row of boutiques, chatting while they waited for their wives. He waved to Paige Riddell as he passed her bed-and-breakfast, drove past the library and post office, then turned past the Episcopal Church, the fire station and the elementary school before he turned toward his office. The rock someone had hurled through Lacy’s front window sat in the box on the passenger seat, a very ordinary chunk of iron-ore-infused granite that could have come from almost any roadside or backyard in the area.

      Who would hurl such a weapon—and its hateful message—through the window of a woman who had already endured too much because of mistakes made by Travis and others? Eagle Mountain wasn’t a perfect place, but it wasn’t known for violent dissension. Disagreements tended to play themselves out in the form of letters to the editor of the local paper or the occasional shouting match after a few too many beers at one of the local taverns.

      When Travis had arrested Lacy for the murder of Andy Stenson, he had received more than one angry phone call, and a few people had refused to speak to him ever since. When he had issued a public statement declaring Lacy’s innocence, most people had responded positively, if not jubilantly, to the news. He couldn’t recall hearing even a whisper from anyone that a single person believed Lacy was still a murderer.

      On impulse, he drove past the police station and two blocks north, to the former Eagle Mountain Hospital, now home to the county Historical Society and Museum. As he had hoped, Brenda Stenson was just locking up for the day when Travis parked and climbed out of his SUV. “Hello, Travis,” she said as she tucked the key into her purse. A slender blonde with delicate features and a smattering of freckles across her upturned nose, Brenda seemed to be regaining some of the vivacity that had all but vanished when her husband of only three years had been murdered. “What’s up?”

      “Lacy came home today,” he said. “I was just over at her folks’ place.”

      “How is she? I saw her mom yesterday and told her to tell Lacy I would stop by tomorrow—I thought maybe the family would like a little time alone before the crowds of well-wishers descend.”

      “So you don’t have any problem with her being out?” Travis asked, watching her carefully.

      She pushed a fall of long blond hair out of her eyes. “Lacy didn’t kill Andy,” she said. “I should have spoken on her behalf at the trial, but I was so torn up about Andy—it was all I could do to get out of bed in the morning. Later on...” She shrugged. “I didn’t know what to think. I’m glad she’s out.”

      “Except that now we don’t know who is responsible for Andy’s death,” Travis said.

      “No, we don’t. It makes it hard to move on, but sometimes these things never get solved, do they? I hate to think that, but I’m trying to be realistic.”

      “I want to find the real murderer,” Travis said. “I feel like I owe it to you and Andy—and to Lacy.”

      “You didn’t try and convict her all by yourself,” Brenda said. “And you fought harder than anyone to free her once you figured out the truth.”

      “But I started the ball rolling,” he said. “And this isn’t really going to be over for any of us until we find out what really happened that day.”

      She sighed. “So what’s the next move?”

      “I know we’ve been over this before, but humor me. Do you know of anyone who was angry or upset with Andy—about anything? An angry husband whose wife Andy represented in a divorce? A drunk driving case he lost?”

      “Andy hadn’t been practicing law long enough to make enemies,” Brenda said. “And Eagle Mountain is a small town—I know pretty much everyone who was ever a client of his. None of them seem like a murderer to me.”

      “I think the odds that the killer was a random stranger are pretty low,” Travis said. “So one of those nice local people is likely the murderer.”

      Brenda rubbed her hands up and down her arms, as if trying to warm herself. “It makes me sick to think about it,” she said.

      “If I can convince Lacy to help me, would you mind if we go through Andy’s case files?” Travis asked. “I figure she would have known his clients almost as well as he did.”

      “Of course I don’t mind. Everything is in storage. I haven’t had the heart to go through anything myself.”

      “I don’t know if it will help, but it seems like a good place to start,” he said.

      “Stop by whenever you’re ready and I’ll give you the key to my storage unit,” she said.

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