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“I know.”
“And it could be a totally different color, not a match at all.”
“Right.”
“And even if it’s a match, the car could have been sold, repainted or junked by now. Just finding this person would be no guarantee.”
The futility made her stomach tighten even more. “You don’t think it’s worth checking out?”
“It’s absolutely worth pursuing if this was a homicide.” Wade’s voice was hard. “Leland lives in San Antonio, but I think most of his people come from around here. I’ll see if I can get some names.”
She rested her head against one of the support posts on the porch. “Thank you.”
“It’s my job. And Kristin, I promise to keep the case open until we find answers.”
She slipped the phone back into her pocket and leaned against the post listening to Cody playing with his kitten. Such innocence...such joy in simple things.
It was hard to imagine ever feeling that carefree again.
But no one at the Four Aces knew anything had changed—yet. Clint would still assume he controlled the universe and everyone in it. The lawyer would assume he’d outsmarted the law by borrowing a different car...and whoever had driven it would still be sure they’d gotten away with murder.
And Ryan—unless she listened to the small voice in her heart—was still sure she’d fallen for his ruse.
Garrett had mentioned that “Trevor and the rest of them” had gone to Dallas, so this might be the perfect time to drop over and ask a couple of the Four Aces ranch hands some questions.
Pulling out her cell phone again, she speed-dialed Nora and asked if Cody could come over for a couple of hours.
The Four Aces was no longer a safe place for him. But with a little luck, she might stumble across some leads that could prove who killed her father.
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
Clint rustled theDallas Daily News,tried to focus on the fine print, then slammed it down on the table. The headlines wavered and the articles were impossible to read.
The inexorable progression of his macular degeneration had been a slow and cunning thing. Insidious, lulling him into the belief that he would overcome it just as he’d overcome every other obstacle in his life.
But sheer defiance wouldn’t change the inevitability of this disease, and the prospect terrified him.
