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Not until I’d moved to Sentinel anyway. It really had been my fresh start, in more ways than one. Smiling, I stood up and went out to the yard to join my family. Eventually, I was going to have to make my final decision. And I was going to have to see Warrant again to let him know. But today, I was letting go of all of that and just enjoying the afternoon with my parents.
CHAPTER 33
Ainsley
Three days later, I walked into my station and nodded at Owen. He held up a finger silently asking me to wait while he finished up his phone call.
As soon as he hung up, I asked, “How’s Sherwood doing?”
“Good. He’s soaking up all the attention from his Mrs.”
“I bet he is,” I said with a laugh.
“Hey, so a Detective Rosenberg called for you.”
Perking up, I arched a brow. “When?”
“‘Bout twenty minutes ago.”
“Thanks Owen,” I said and made my way back to my office. I dialed the number to Cheyenne PD and waited to be connected with Rosenberg.
“Sheriff Zimmerman. Thanks for calling me back.”
“No problem. What can I help you with Detective.”
“Just giving you a courtesy call. We’re shipping Mike Linstrom back to Sentinel today for a follow up appeal hearing. Which means he’ll be cooling his heels in your cells for the day.”
I had already gotten that notification. “One of your men called last week to notify us. I appreciate you making sure to follow up, though. That’s a tough case for this town.”
“That’s actually why I’m calling…”
Sitting straighter in my chair, I waited for him to finish. He was hesitating.
“I did a cursory search and he’s only got one person listed as his next of kin. She still has an address there in Sentinel, so I thought I should give you a heads up. That way you can keep an eye out in case it comes to cause trouble.”
“Oh yeah?” I asked, frowning. “Who is it?”
“Christina Rickels.”
My eyes narrowed as a cold chill swept down my spine. “Christina Rickels.”
“That’s right.”
I was already typing the name into the database on my computer. As soon as her mug shot popped up on my screen, I knew my gut instinct to check her out had been right on. How many Christinas could there be in Sentinel anyway? “Thanks for the head’s up, Detective.”
“Anytime. Talk to you later, Sheriff.”
I disconnected the call and went to my office door. Opening it, I called out Owen’s name. He glanced over his shoulder at me. “Let me know when Mike Linstrom is in our holding cell.”
“Will do,” he said, then he turned back to his paperwork.
It took an hour and a half,but finally the guy who’d killed Brandon Rice was back in my custody. And I had so many more questions for him now.
I shoved his shoulder down, forcing him to sit in the seat in front of the interrogation table. He was handcuffed, and a bit of a yuppie type, so I wasn’t worried about him. Turning my back, I went over to the camera in the top corner of the room and turned it off.
He watched me quietly, worry radiating off him. But he was smart enough to keep his mouth shut for now.
I went and leaned against the table, watching him for any micro expressions that would give him away. “Your cousin is Christina Rickels?”
