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“Me too. Wade hasn’t mentioned anything about Cate. Maybe he thought I was too wrapped up in the wedding to bring it up.”
“I don’t think Gavin called him.”
“Really?”
“The two of us decided last night that he would call Wade first thing this morning. We need his help.”
Themomenttheclockstruck nine, Gavin pushed the send button with his thumb.
Gavin: Can you meet? I’m staying at the Lodge at Raven Creek in Benton.
Wade: I’m tied up this morning, but can be there by one.
Gavin: See you then.
That left plenty of time to scope out the Ricketts Estate before meeting with Wade. Something was happening there, and he needed to get to the bottom of it.
Gavin glanced out the window at the Bronco. He could ask his brother for the keys, but if he went off without consulting her, Samantha would get testy again. Probably best to stay on her good side.
A quick text would give him his answer. She was either in or she was out, but nothing would stop him.
Gavin: Want to do some investigating with me?
Sam: Ricketts Estate?
Gavin: Where else?
Sam: Pick you up in ten.
That was easier than he’d expected. More than likely, she planned to voice her objections in person. What better way to do that than to have him captive in her car? Maybe he should’ve considered the stakes before texting Sam.
When her Subaru pulled into the lot, he hurried outside and let himself in the passenger side. “Sleep well?”
Samantha glanced his way before pulling out onto Raven Creek Road. “Not really. When I finally managed to get to sleep my neighbor’s rooster woke me.”
“But how cool is it that you have roosters here? The only time we hear them in New York is when kids press buttons on their toys to play the sound.”
“Yeah. They’re okay I guess.”
“So, where are we headed?”
“Coffee shop then stakeout.”
“I do need to be back by one. Wade’s coming by.”
“Good. His connections should be helpful.”
“Tree stand again?”
“Nah. I’m thinking we should approach the property from another angle. Their land borders Game Lands Thirteen, so we can go in dressed as turkey hunters.”
He glanced down at his clothing. “Since I left the Army, I don’t even own a piece of camo clothing.”
“I’ve got you covered. There’s a windbreaker and a baseball hat in the back. They were Uncle Richard’s, but I’m sure they’ll fit you.”
“Been taking my measure, have you?”
She smiled, but remained silent.
