Arnold looked over from his desk.“Find something?”
Selena did not answer right away.
The words on the screen were ugly.Maybe grief for an ending marriage.Maybe anger vented into the void.Maybe the kind of thing people posted after a fight and regretted when morning came.
Or maybe a warning no one had known to read.
Selena copied the link, took a screenshot, and added it to her notes.
Sandra had hated Warren enough to write it down.
The question now was whether hate had carried her all the way to the lodge with a gun in her hand.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Main Street had not managed ten minutes of peace before Connor saw Roy Tanner waving both arms beside a parked car.
Connor slowed the SUV.
Selma Brown stood on the sidewalk facing him, handbag clutched in one fist, chin lifted, gray hair pinned tight.Roy stood two feet away from her in jeans and a shirt with the name of his bar stitched above the pocket.Both were talking at once.Neither seemed interested in listening.
Connor sighed through his nose.Those two were always finding ways to argue.
“What the hell are they doing?”
Connor pulled into a space, killed the engine, and got out.
“What’s going on here?”
Roy turned first.“Sheriff, I was parked right there, minding my own business, and this old fool reversed into me.”
Selma swung toward him.“Old fool?Say that again and see what happens.”
“I said what I said.”
“You’ve been drunk since breakfast every day since 1989, Roy Tanner.Your memory isn’t worth spit.”
Roy pointed at her sedan.“You hit me.”
“I tapped you.”
“That’s admitting it.”
“I’m admitting your truck is big enough to survive a nudge from a shopping cart.”
Connor stepped between them and looked at the vehicles.
No dent or scrape.No broken light.Not even paint transfer he could see.Roy’s bumper had old scratches, but none from today.Selma’s rear bumper was faded and loose on one side, though age had done that work.
Connor straightened.“Neither car has a scratch.”
Selma tightened her grip on her bag.“If my bumper falls off on the way home, there’ll be hell to pay.”
Roy barked a laugh.“Wouldn’t surprise me if the whole heap of junk falls to pieces.”
“My late husband bought that car!”
“Then he was conned.”
