Page 94 of Deadly Target (Rocky Mountain Courage 2)

Nathan fought to understand the implications. “You saw him take it?”

“No. I was looking for him and stuck my head into his office to pass a message on. He dropped the envelope, then answered a call. I stepped in to write a note for him on a slip of paper, and I noticed it was addressed to you.”

Nathan took that seat, after all. He rubbed his hand over his mouth and chin and stared at the envelope. “How’d you get it?”

“Henry rushed out and left his door hanging open. I took in some papers, then came back out with the envelope too.”

“Why would you do that?” Nathan stared at Jack.

“I’ve got your back, Nathan. You know that.”

“Sure, but this could be stepping over a line, even for you.” Especially for Jack, a former FBI special agent.

Jack grinned, but the serious situation reflected in his eyes. “I’m trying to be a good friend to Henry and prevent him from opening mail meant for someone else.”

“And now here we are.” Nathan scraped his hand over his jaw. “You want to see what’s inside too, don’t you?”

“Dude, you can take it or leave it.” Jack rinsed the glass out in the sink, then stuck it in the top rack of the dishwasher.

Nathan looked closer. “It was mailed from Boston.” From Dad? Nathan’s chest tightened. He looked at the date. “It was mailed the week before Dad got here. Why would Dad mail—”

“Open it already, Nathan. That will give you answers.”

“That’s why Henry wanted it. He knew it was from Dad and could help.”

“Whatever the reason, I figured you’d want to see it as soon as possible. You can turn it over to Trevor if it’s important.”

Nathan wasn’t going to wait for Trevor or Henry. He opened the envelope and gently pulled out copies of two newspaper articles and slowly exhaled. “The articles about the cold case that Dad had been looking into.”

He took a picture of the articles with his cell and sent them to Erin and Trevor, and then he read through them. These articles would certainly fit in the middle of Dad’s crime board filled with the names of members of organized crime. With this new piece shifting into place, dread filled him.

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