Page 382 of Rangers Unexpected Return

“The responding officer took photographs before the evidence was processed.”

“And you found him.”

“Took me nineteen months.”

Doc stares at the screen.

I watch him closely.

“You know why Nathan wrote your name?”

“No.”

“Think harder.”

His gaze snaps to mine.

“I said I don't know.”

I believe him.

That bothers me more than if he'd lied.

Doc sits back.

“When was the last time you saw Nathan?”

“Three years ago.”

“Before he died?”

“Yes.”

“Mine was longer.”

“How long?”

“Five years, maybe six. We talked occasionally. Christmas. Birthdays. The usual bullshit men call staying in touch.”

I understand that better than I'd like.

“Did he ever mention trouble?”

“No.”

“Claire?”

His expression shifts.

“What about her?”

“Did Nathan ever say anything about problems at home?”

Doc’s eyes turn cold.

“If you're asking if Nathan was having problems with his wife, the answer is no.”

“I had to ask.”