Page 65 of Wasted Memories
“There’s no trail.”
Pulling my reading glasses off to use them as a bookmark, I set my book on the armrest of the couch. “What?”
She twisted in her seat, standing up with the laptop in her hand, and strode over to me. “On the map. There are no trails anywhere near where they said they found my dad’s body. Look.” She angled the screen so I could see the enlarged trail map. She pointed to the screen. “This is where they said they found his body, right?” I nodded. “The closest trail is almost fifteen miles north.”
Even though we hadn’t talked much about her father, I had the slightest feeling she hadn’t bought their bullshit excuse of frostbite and this just confirmed it.
“Do the police know that?” I looked up at her from my seat on the couch, her eyes already on me.
Despite having gotten little sleep last night, she looked as alive as ever. She’d woken up sometime in the middle of the night and rode me again, her moans still echoing in my head. After, we’d showered together, where she’d sucked my cock, and I’d fucked her against the shower wall. It was a good thing I wasn’t renting an apartment, because we would have definitely received a noise complaint.
“I’m sure they looked at a map.” I didn’t want to say anything that might convince her I didn’t believe their reasoning, either. Maybe Easton was right. If she found some other reason behind her father’s death, it could hurt her more.
I didn’t think the police were hiding anything, but I did know they went through so many missing person cases a year that they claimed they couldn’t look so in depth to every single one. It was shitty. Families deserved closure, they deserved more than some bullshit excuse as to what ended their loved ones life just so the police could close the case and move on.
“Can you call Easton?”
My brows furrowed. “Easton?”
“I know he was on the case.”
“He told you?”
“No, but I’m not stupid. He came into town at the same time my mom told me about my father’s death. It doesn’t take a genius to put the pieces together.”
Sighing, I grabbed my cell phone off the coffee table and dialed my brother.
He answered on the third ring. “What’s up?”
I pressed the speaker button and kept my gaze on Emerson as I spoke, “Did you know there were no trails near where they found Mr. Foley’s body?”
Emerson’s stare burned into the phone as my brother spoke. “I did. Why?”
Emerson spoke up. “Why would he have been found almost fifteen miles from the closest trail?”
“Good morning to you, too, Emerson. He was a missing person. Missing people aren’t typically found on a trail. It’s not unusual for them to be far from it.”
“Were there any other tracks leading to where his body was?”
My eyes widened. Did she think someone could have dumped him there?
“Look, Emerson, I know you’re concerned that there may have been more to his death. It’s hard to accept that something so simple killed him, but you can’t keep searching for answers that aren’t there.”
“I want to go look.”
“What?” Easton and I said in unison.
“I want to go to where his body was found.”
I spoke up this time. “Em, it’s basically already winter. He was found in the middle of nowhere in Wyoming. The passes are probably already iced over, and even if there was any evidence left, it’s most likely long gone by now.”
She was giving me a hard look, her blue eyes narrowing the slightest bit.
“Please trust that the police did all that they could in their investigation. Every detail was thoroughly combed through, nothing was missed.”
“I don’t believe that.” God, she was determined, but I must admit, I admired her for it. She wouldn’t take no for an answer, not for this. I didn’t blame her, but I also didn’t want her getting lost in dead ends.
I cut in before this call could go south. “Thanks, Easton. I’ll talk to you later.”
