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“The hell it isn’t. Especially after what’s-her-name.”
“Enough,” I growled.
He put his hands up. “Does your brother know?”
I rolled my eyes. “Yes. Will was there when we announced our engagement. I’m sure he told Duke.”
“Funny. Neither one mentioned it.”
“It doesn’t matter. Let’s go to the station so you can fill me in on what you know.” I walked away without waiting for him to reply.
MY NECK HAD A kink in it, and I stretched it from side to side to try to work it out. It was late, and I wanted to get some sleep. Before I went to the station to meet Nash, I dropped my things off at Will’s. He graciously offered me the guest room, and I gladly accepted. It was either his place or my parents’. I chose the less terrible option.
“Tell me again how you think these are related to the fire,” I said.
He looked at the floor sheepishly. “I’m not really sure.”
I sighed. “Why were you digging around in my cold cases anyway?”
Nash tipped back in his chair and folded his big hands over his stomach. “The sheriff before me was combing over cold cases in his spare time, and I picked up his hobby. I figured it was a good way to pass the time since not a damn thing happens in a small town. Especially here. This fire is the most action I’ve seen the entire time I’ve worked here.”
I winced. “That’s sad.”
“How much action have you seen?” he asked.
I lifted my brow.
“On the job, asshole.”
“Not much more than you.”
“Exactly. It’s boring as hell. So to pass the time, I started looking at cold cases, and I stumbled across one that involved Oak Springs.”
He paused, and I held back a groan. Nash was dramatic like Will, and it drove me nuts. I didn’t have time for his shit.
“Get to the point.”
“Grumpy Sheriff suits you.”
I rolled my eyes. Damn small towns.
“Okay. The case involves a man in his thirties who was killed in his home.”
“Doesn’t seem strange.”
“Right, but he worked at the mill that just burned to the ground.”
I sat up. “That’s interesting.”
Nash stood and went to the whiteboard. He drew a line and marked it with some hash marks. Then he started filling in information. I sat back and took a sip of my cold coffee. The coffee at this station was horrible.
“The cold case I had Connie dig up for me involved the death of a woman in a park near your town. She was in her thirties, and surprise, surprise, she was married to the man killed here.”
“When?”
“Same time. A few days after her husband.”
“Was she killed the same way?”
