CHAPTER FIFTEEN
The crisp night breeze cut through Ashley’s denim jacket as she settled onto the wooden bench outside Bobcat Saloon, sending a chill down her spine and making her want to run back inside. But at the moment, privacy ranked higher on her priority list than comfort, which was the reason she’d ventured outdoors rather than ducking into the ladies’ room.
The text from Daniel had arrived only a few minutes earlier, and she hoped to catch him before he retired to his motel room. Although she didn’t believe Clay Grimes had admitted to Sarah’s murder—the TBI agent would have typed confessed instead of cracked—she was anxious to hear the information the d**g dealer had divulged.
Unlocking her phone, she tapped Daniel’s name on her contact list. He answered on the second ring.
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