He reached his truck and turned around to face me. “Why should I believe that?” His hard demeanor seemed to be softening.
“I grew up here. I went to high school with Keri-Beth’s mom.” This wasn’t true, but close enough.
His eyes narrowed. “Deborah White? Did she send you?” He took a step toward me, and even though I outweighed him by a good fifty pounds, something in his voice made me back away.
“No one sent me.” I said. “I’m just trying to tell Keri-Beth’s story.”
He stared into my eyes for a long moment, and then he nodded. “I’ll tell you one thing,” he said. “No one in this town really knew her.”
“What do you mean?”
“That’s all I’m gonna say. Now get off my property.” He opened the door to his truck.
I fumbled for my wallet and took out a business card. “I’m at the Arrowhead Inn,
