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“Your ex-husband.”
Dylan inhaled sharply.
“He said he was in Missouri.”
“I know, but he’s not and Whitefish is a little too close for comfort in this situation.”
Dylan didn’t know what to think. Why had Travis lied to her? She shook her head. He always lied so why should she be surprised?
“I should have known he was lying. He wouldn’t know the truth if it bit him in the ass.”
“Mama!”
“I’m sorry, baby. Mama’s upset.” She heard Agent Reeves chuckle.
“Busted.”
“Not the first time, and it sure won’t be the last.” She smiled.
“I’m sure. Anyway, I’ll get with you when I return.”
“I want to know right away when you know something.”
“I’ll do my best, but I’ll be busy tracking him down and looking into people he’s associated with.”
Dylan sighed. “All right. I’d appreciate it.”
“Yes, ma’am. Have a good day.” He disconnected.
“Have a good day? How am I supposed to do that when my ex could be behind the theft?”
She would personally string him up if he had anything to do with this. It didn’t make sense as to why he would do it, unless he needed money for drugs.
She picked up her laptop and entered his name into the search engine. Page after page came up on him. She clicked on one and gasped when she read, he had, once again, been banned from competing professionally for failing a drug test. He was still competing in local rodeos.
Why anyone would climb onto the back of an eighteen-hundred-pound beast while drunk or stoned was beyond comprehension. She shook her head. Travis thought he was invincible and would never get caught. He was lucky he hadn’t been killed like Marlowe’s late husband.
Travis didn’t have a care in the world. He certainly never cared about his daughter, or he wouldn’t have taken her to a drug deal. Dylan clenched her fists until her nails dug into her palms.
He’d been angry when he was arrested and charged with child endangerment and drug possession, but she didn’t care. He could have gotten their daughter killed and that’s when Dylan would have gone to prison for murder because she would have killed him with her bare hands.
With a heavy sigh, she hoped she would hear from Alex as soon as possible. She smiled as she realized she’d thought of him as Alex and not Agent Reeves, then she shook her head. She couldn’t do that. He was a cowboy, and she just didn’t want one of those again. Too bad.
****
Alex sat at his desk, planning to leave in the morning for Whitefish, Montana and find out what Travis Martin was up to.
“Hey, Alex.”
He looked up to see Beau McCallister beside his desk.
“Hey, Beau. How are you?”
“Good. You?”
“Same. I heard you got those rustlers in Kalispell.”
“I did. What are you working on?”
