Page 123 of Rangers Last Promise

I look at the photograph again.

Fred Miller is older than the man in Grant’s unit picture, but there’s no mistaking him.

Alive.

For fifteen years, everyone believed he died in a burned vehicle in Arizona.

Apparently dead men are becoming a problem around Eagle River.

My phone rings.

Every man around me reaches for a weapon.

I stare at them.

“It’s my phone.”

“That hasn't been particularly reassuring lately,” Doc says.

I check the screen.

Mrs. Grady.

I almost don't answer.

Then I remember the dark car she saw outside my house.

“Mrs. Grady?”

“Mara, there are men in your yard.”

I straighten.

“What men?”

“The sheriff men.”

“Deputies?”

“That’s what I said.”

No, it isn't.

I close my eyes.

“What are they doing?”

“Looking at your fake rock.”

Everyone hears her.

Wolf turns away.

Trigger coughs.

Doc looks at me.

I point at him.