by Julie Miller
She relaxed a little. “I see what you’re getting at.” She looked around them, at the bright, windswept landscape. “I don’t think she would have gone after an animal. She likes dogs and cats, but she’s a little afraid of wild animals—like I am. There’s apparently no cell service out here and she had been working out here long enough to know that, so there was no point in wandering around trying to find a better signal. I suppose it’s possible she might have wanted some time alone if she had had an argument with someone.”
“Then let’s find out if that’s the case.” He moved to join his partner with Eddleston. “Did Jennifer have a disagreement with any of her coworkers that day?” he asked.
“Not at all,” Eddleston said. “Jenny got along great with everyone.”
“We’ll want to talk to her coworkers and verify that,” Reynolds said.
“Of course.” The archaeologist squinted past them, obviously distracted. Jana turned and saw a dusty whirlwind on the horizon that drew nearer and morphed into a late-model, sand-colored Camry racing toward them. “I was wondering when he would show up,” Eddleston said.
“Who is it?” Officer Spencer asked.
“Eric Patterson,” Eddleston said. “He’s a reporter with the Montrose paper.”
Reynolds scowled. “We don’t have time to talk to reporters.”
“He’s not just a reporter,” Eddleston said. “And you probably do want to talk to him.” He turned to Jana. “You, too.”
“Why is that?” Jana asked.
Eddleston looked confused. “Because he’s Jenny’s fiancé. Didn’t she tell you?”
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ISBN-13: 9781488012976
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