Until now.
Considering all things and their grandmother’s sweet potato pie, Justin forgetting his g*n when a vicious animal ran amok made no sense. He was the elective sheriff. He knew better. Especially when we were approaching a crime scene in the wilderness. Pins and needles digging in my side were starting to hurt something fierce.
I think it was time for a trip to Black Bear to examine the crime scene a little closer. I’d have to do it in secret. Justin wouldn’t like me trampling on his territory.
What harm would come by merely looking? The bodies had been removed, but chances were the tracks were still good for me to pick up clues. With my keen senses, it was worth a try. Possibly I’d find something the sheriff missed.
Justin cleared his throat, interrupting my thoughts. “Do you
