CHAPTER TWENTY
Tamara Rudeke still lived in the home she had once shared with Charles. It sat four miles outside of Jackson Hole, a quaint little two-story home surrounded by a yard that had started to go into disrepair. It was in the middle of a row of houses down a little side street, a quiet neighborhood with the shapes of the looming mountains sitting to the east.
Mackenzie knocked on the door, not sure what to expect. Speaking with a grieving widow so soon after a loved one’s death was never easy; but then again, she had never spoken to one who had responded to the news with what Officer Waverly had referred to as gut-wrenching laughter.
Tamara opened the door fairly quickly. Her appearance did not quite match up with what Mackenzie had been expecting. The woman had clearly been cr
