Page 139 of Rangers Unexpected Return

Trigger’s face didn’t change. “Just my wife.”

“I heard about the box left on Main Street. Nasty business.”

Every instinct I had came alive.

Sheriff Tate stared at him. “Who told you about the box?”

Evan blinked. “What?”

“You said you heard about the box.”

“Someone mentioned it.”

“Who?”

“I don’t remember.”

“Try.”

Evan looked around the room, but no one offered to rescue him.

“It might have been Walter,” he finally said.

Sheriff Tate’s eyes narrowed. “Walter hasn’t been at the station today.”

“Then it was someone else.”

“The box was removed before most people on Main Street knew what it was,” I said. “There were no markings visible from the road except Rylie’s name.”

“I told you, people talk.”

“That answer is getting old.”

“So is being questioned when I stopped to make sure an old friend was okay.”

Mace pushed away from the wall. “You didn’t ask if he was okay.”

Evan looked at him.

“You came in,” Mace continued. “You looked at the boxes, and then you looked at the sweatshirt.”

“I saw it on the table.”

“You recognized it.”

“It says Camp Eagle River across the front. It doesn’t take a detective.”

“No,” I said. “But it might take someone who was there.”

Evan turned toward me. “I wasn’t.”

“At the camp?”

“No.”

“The night Emily Ross disappeared?”

His face emptied of expression.