“No.”
My skin prickles.
Wolf looks at Doc.
“When did you come?”
“About eighteen months ago.”
“And Nathan died two years ago,” Trigger says.
“Yes.”
Nobody says anything.
Claire looks between us.
“I don't understand.”
Neither do I.
Nathan sent his wife to find a man in a town where that man didn't live yet.
That's impossible.
Unless Nathan knew something none of us do.
“Could he have meant another Eagle River?” Claire asks.
“No,” Doc says.
“How do you know?”
“Because he wrote me once.”
Every head in the room turns toward him.
I stand.
“You might've mentioned that.”
“I forgot about it until right now.”
“You forgot Nathan wrote you?”
“It was years ago, Barrett.”
“Where is it?”
“Upstairs.”
“Get it.”
Doc gives me a look.
I give him one back.
He turns and heads for the stairs.