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“And the redhead wasn’t working that night, so if she is his wife, the killer probably wasn’t here”

“Nope” She looked around the bar and he saw her stop short when she spotted a table with a lonethere

He was the sa up at the inn and following thelasses In a holey pair of faded jeans and a black Deadwood T-shirt, he had a day or torth of facial stubble His longish brown hair convinced Callum he was their man

“He’s watching the redhead,” Hazel said

Yes, he was And very intently The killer’s face turned stormy, his broered He had all the mannerisms of an insanely jealous man, a power tripper He looked the type to need absolute control over his wo the redhead that he didn’t notice Callu him

Callu at one of theat a table The man didn’t seem drunk He was clean-cut and dressed in dark jeans with no holes in them and a nice polo Callum watched hi fast and when the others ordered another round, he declined He h as he talked with her

“Oh boy,” Hazel said

Calluotten up and marched across the bar toward the man at the table

Standing up, Callury tone, “Why are you flirting with my wife?”

Looking startled, the man looked up “I didn’t know she was married”

“She’s wearing a ring, you idiot!”

“I didn’t look, sorry, man All I did was thank her for the beer and tell her she was too pretty to be working in a place like this”

“Why did she laugh like you said so funny?”

The otherhappened Just casual talk You should be flattered I think you have a beautiful wife”

A woman who deserved better than a killer as a husband Callum watched that man shove the other