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“I thought I ht find you still here” Hank’s deep baritone broke the silence

He walked into the bar and tossed a set of car keys in her general direction She caught the up with brothers, such as the no-look catch

“Parked your Jeep in the lot Sorry we had to keep it last night”

Hank fixed Jake with a straight stare The twostick, no doubt this hen they would have broken it out Men

“Sheriff Layton” Jake nodded toward the man in uniform

“Call me Hank”

The statement was friendly The tone was not Hank didn’t offer his hand to Jake in greeting Either Jake didn’t notice or he didn’t care about the slight because he went on as if nothing aard had happened

“OK, Hank I was just talking to your sister about Kendall’sthe restaurant for it Did you ask her to do that?”

“No” He turned and looked at her “Claire, ere you looking for a phone? And why did you ask ht?” His testy tone was as effective as an interrogator shining a light in her face

BothWhat was she supposed to say? Maybe she should come clean? But where to start?

She weighed the benefits of telling versus the killer’s threats Her pal phone call Once again, fear and panic boiled within her

No one in the bar aze ju on Jake His face softened and he gave her an encouraging nod She had to tell Too much was at stake to keep it to herself

Harvest’s assistantjust inside the doorway “Claire!”

“Not right now, Jorge” She steeled herself for whatever the fallout would be for not speaking up about the phone call sooner

“But, Claire, your Jeep is on fire”