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He was about to walk up her stairs to the back porch when he caught a gli by Trixie’s woodpile He turned and saw the wo facedown in the dirt He ran up to her, placed his hands on her neck to check for a pulse Nothing He tilted her head to see if she was breathing Again, nothing

He rolled her over onto her back, thinking he would give her CPR when he saw that half her head had been blown off by a gun He retched at the sight of poor Trixie Lying right beside her was a pistol This was Elko County Byrd’s county Justin needed to knoho the owner of the gun was before he called this in to the dispatcher in town How? It wasn’t like Nevadans used label makers to identify their weapons

He peered down at the pistol and felt his head start to pound

Shelby had told hiun that first day back at the Wilde Silver Mine offices She’d said that she never let her grandmother’s pistol out of her house Ever

He gazed at the murder weapon that had taken Trixie’s life and likely the sah the handle was splattered with blood, he could tell it was either the twin of Shelby’s gu

n or it was one and the same

It had a pearl handle

Fuck! This is a fucking disaster

Justin got his cell out and called Brandon After he told his brother everything, then he would call 911

Chapter Twelve

“What did Justin say?” Shelby asked Brandon as he clicked off his cell His kiss had given her hope, but the current grihten in her chest “Did he find Trixie?”

“I’m afraid it’s very bad neeetheart” Brandon put his arms around her and pulled her into his massive frame

The news had to be really bad “Spill it Please Don’t leave ”

“Trixie is dead”