Page 149 of Things Left Unsaid

“Appreciate that.”

I rub my chin. “Let me know if you make any arrests. Something like this won’t go down well in the court of public opinion if the matter isn’t dealt with swiftly.”

“Agreed. Will you feel the same way if Clydewasbehind the wheel?”

“Damn straight.” Still, I rub the bridge of my nose. “I should probably let you know that Lydia Armstrong was sending me poison pen letters—for the past six months or so.”

“What kind of poison pen letters?”

“If you come to the ranch, I’ll give them to you. You can see for yourself.”

“How did you know it was her?”

“Theo Frobisher caught her hanging around our mailbox on a day when I received a letter. I asked Callan to check our security footage and he confirmed she delivered them. A mastermind she was not.”

“Always was a troubled woman,” he remarks. “Even before Marcy went missing. She’s had a problem with the Korhonens ever since, hasn’t she?”

I think it’s smart not to mention that the RCMP failed to find Marcy in the first place.

“Yes. I don’t know why either. None of us dated her.”

“I heard about that confrontation with Lydia at The Coffee Shop…?”

My brows lift. “Did Lydia approach you about it?”

“No, but she wouldn’t, would she? Not if she’s been sending you letters.”

“She spat in Zee’s coffee. Zee didn’t appreciate that?—”

“Quite right.”

“And upended a glass of water over her. I told Jocelyn that she was a public health hazard.”

“Jocelyn fired her.”

“Yeah. Does Doug know about Lydia yet?”

“No. I’m not looking forward to telling him either. First his girl, now his wife. Not sure the man can take being kicked around much more.”

“If there’s anything the family can do, extend the offer of help to him from us. Funerals aren’t cheap.”

“I’ll thank you on his behalf and tell him not to be a stubborn fool if he doesn’t accept the helping hand.”

“Give him my condolences.”

“Will do.” He clears his throat. “Hate to have to do this, Colton, but where were you between the hours of twelve and one?”

I scratch my jaw. “Out on the land. East quadrant. Over on the border between us and the Linnox place.”

“Anyone with you?”

“No.”

He clears his throat. Again. “Might have to call you to the detachment, Colton. Get a statement.”

Two words float through my mind—probable cause.

I keep my tone light. “Whatever you need, Terry.”

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