Page 111 of Montana Manhunt

“Copy that. Watch your back.” Zane ended the call.

Noah glanced at Violet. “Find Camilla’s journal for the year you graduated. See if she mentioned anything bothering Amanda during that time.”

“It’s a long shot.”

“Welcome to police work, babe.”

Soon, they headed back to Morrison. When they reached the town limits, Noah called Zane again. “Has he moved?”

“Nope. Must be the longest coffee break in history.”

“Well, his daddy is the police chief. He’s not worried about following all the rules like his coworkers.”

“I’ll be available to help if you need me.”

“Thanks, Z.” Noah ended the call.

“Where is this donut shop?” Grant asked Violet.

“Turn left on the next street and drive four blocks. Donut Delights is on the right.”

Five minutes later, Grant parked in front of the shop, and the operatives got out of the SUV. “How do you want to handle this, Noah?”

“We’ll let him come to us.”

Rayne wrinkled her nose. “You really think that will work?”

“He won’t be able to resist another opportunity to needle Violet.”

Violet sighed. “He’s not wrong. Fitz hasn’t changed at all.”

“And if that doesn’t work?” Grant asked.

“Violet and I will talk to him. If we look like we’re ganging up on him, he’ll be defensive. That’s the last thing we want.”

Noah rested his hand on Violet’s lower back and guided her toward the donut shop. Aside from Fitz Hanson sipping coffee and reading the newspaper, the tables were empty.

When they reached the counter, Violet leaned against Noah. “I don’t think I can eat anything right now.”

He gave a slight nod and murmured, “Order a drink. We’ll take the donuts back to the hotel for tomorrow morning.”

Violet and Rayne ordered hot tea. Noah and Grant ordered coffee and two dozen donuts. The operatives chose a table in the middle of the restaurant to wait for their order to be filled. Noah watched Hanson out of the corner of his eye.

Didn’t take long for the lazy cop to fold his newspaper and push back from the table. He ambled to the counter for a coffee refill, then tossed his paper in the garbage can. Hanson turned to stare at Violet. After a beat of debate, he made his way toward Violet. “You’re still in town,” he said flatly.

“Cami’s funeral is the day after tomorrow. I’m not leaving, Fitz.”

“Nobody wants you in Morrison. You’re nothing but trouble.”

“Is that a threat?” Noah asked mildly, keeping his hands visible and relaxed.

“Just stating facts.”

“Join us.” Violet inclined her head to the chair across from her.

“I have to go back on patrol.”

Noah suspected no one had missed Hanson. “Two more minutes won’t hurt.”

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