“Of course not.”
“Good.”
“It's under the fake rock.”
I close my eyes.
Sheriff Tate walks away.
I hear him muttering something about early retirement.
Mara looks offended.
“Everyone has a fake rock.”
“No.”
“Yes.”
“No one who wants their house secure has a fake rock.”
“It doesn't look fake.”
“That's what everyone who owns a fake rock says.”
Her eyes narrow.
“Are you finished?”
“Not remotely.”
Sheriff Tate returns.
“Parker knows about the spare?”
“No.”
“Wolf?”
“No.”
“Trigger?”
“No.”
“Anyone?”
“My mother.”
There it is.
I look toward the back door.
“Your mother knew where the spare was.”
“Yes.”
“And Hampton spoke to her after Grant died.”