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“Before Chase was killed?”
“Yeah.”
“Bastard,” her dad whispered.
“Charlie and I haven’t figured out the connection between the robbery and the attempted assassination of Grant, but Peter Grey indicated that the same people were responsible for both crimes.”
Her dad didn’t say anything.
“Dad? You there?”
“Yes.”
His voice was clipped. Worried. She didn’t want to worry her father. But he’d asked, and she wasn’t going to lie to him.
“Well?”
“You’re positive they’re connected?”
“Tommy was.”
“That means these people...they’ll kill to keep from being caught. A bank teller, a child, a lawyer, a marshal? Regan—”
Now she heard the fear in his voice.
“I’m okay.”
“For now!”
“Dad, don’t do this to yourself, or to me. Every day you went to work, I knew you could be hurt. Don’t put an added burden on me because I’m no longer a marshal. I’m still trained, I’m still prepared, and I’m still a better shot than you.”
It was a running joke between them, but her dad didn’t chuckle. He said, “I trust you implicitly, Regan. But in this case—there are emotions in play.”
“I’m on top of them. I promise you, I’m not reckless. I have a good idea where Grant is, and I’m going to talk to him, bring him in, figure out what’s going on.”
“You think he knows.”
“I think he has the final piece of the puzzle.”
“Then why the hell didn’t he turn these people in? If he knew that they killed his son, why didn’t he do something?”
Yes, her father was angry. She didn’t blame him.
“I don’t think Grant knew until Tommy contacted him three weeks ago. Grant was helping him.”
“And he still didn’t come forward after Tommy was killed. That’s a weak man, Regan. You can’t trust him.”
She trusted Grant—to a point. But she wouldn’t be able to convince her father. “He panicked by running, but he’ll talk to me. Grant grieved as hard as I did, Dad.”
“Grant treated you like shit,” he grumbled.
“I told you he apologized. And I’ve forgiven him. I can’t live my life with a heart full of anger, resentment, hate. I had to let it go. And now—I’m ready for the truth, wherever it leads. Trust me, Dad. Okay?”
“I do.” His voice was raw with emotion and she hated that she’d put fear in his heart. “I love you, kid. Don’t get dead.”
“I love you, Dad.”
She ended the call and sat there, feeling all the pain that her dad had in his voice. Her dad wanted to fix everything.
