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Caleb didn’t fit the MO of the killer.

Two separate crimes were going on here.

Now they needed to comb through what was what.

CHAPTER 38

TWO DAYS UNTIL THE NEXT MURDER

Andi hadn’t slept well last night. Not knowing someone had been in the cabin and left that morbid image on the mirror.

Gibson had assigned another officer to stay inside the living room overnight, just in case.

Andi was thankful for that because she knew Duke or Ranger would have stayed up all night to keep an eye on things otherwise. They all needed their rest.

Today would be another busy day.

They all awoke early and got dressed. The cop staying with them was bright-eyed as if staying awake all night was normal. He told them it had been quiet before he left for the lodge.

Then the gang had bundled up and trudged through the snow toward the dining hall.

They could have probably thrown together something to eat at the cabin, but they were all anxious for an update, and the dining hall was the best place to hear one.

However, last night’s snow had turned into today’s winter storm. The icy precipitation came down so fast and thick that walls of white surrounded them outside, blocking their view ofanything else. Only their instincts would get them safely to the lodge—and even that felt risky.

It would be easy for anyone to get lost in these conditions.

Finally, they reached the dining hall. The scent of bacon, sausage and coffee immediately greeted them.

After peeling off her layers of clothing, Andi immediately went for coffee, needing something to warm her up. The rest of the gang either followed her to the pot or headed to the buffet to grab some food.

Andi had just taken her first sip when Juniper stepped out of her office, Tundra on her heels.

Based on the way she looked, she hadn’t gotten any sleep last night either. Dark circles hung beneath her eyes, and her skin appeared listless and pale.

Andi paced closer. “Any updates?”

Juniper shook her head. “No. There’s still no sign of Caleb. Not last I heard, at least.”

“I’m so sorry,” Andi murmured. “I know that must be difficult for you.”

Andi didn’t know yet if the man was innocent or guilty. But she would give him the benefit of the doubt. Plus, Juniper’s distress was heartbreaking. She cared about the man.

Gibson had already talked to her and told her Caleb wasn’t who he claimed to be. Juniper had been clueless. But according to Gibson, she’d gone pale when she’d heard, like the fact had shaken her.

“Have you seen Gibson yet?” Duke took a sip of his coffee. “I heard he might spend the night here.”

“He stayed in one of the cabins here at the camp.” She nodded behind them. “It looks like he just came in.”

They turned to see the state trooper step inside and stomp the snow off his shoes. He looked as if he’d gotten just as much sleep as the rest of them.

He headed toward them and paused. “Nothing new on my end. How about you guys? I heard it was pretty quiet.”

“Itwasquiet,” Andi told him, though she found little reassurance in the fact. Was this the quiet before the storm? That was what she feared.

“We have some corned beef hash, scrambled eggs, and fruit,” Juniper told them, her voice dull. “Please, help yourself.”

Juniper nodded toward the breakfast buffet in the distance. Matthew and Ranger were already eating.

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