CHAPTER NINE
Dodging a pothole the diameter of a hula hoop, Ashley steered Wyatt’s SUV into the gravel parking lot of the Bonner County Sheriff Department’s impound facility. The pewter-colored metal building with its light gray roof appeared only a few square feet larger than Ashley’s single-wide trailer. And judging by the spots of rust dotting the exterior, she guessed the structure was just as old.
A tall, galvanized steel fence, resembling one that might surround a prison, encircled the impound area behind the building. From her vantage point, Ashley could see that several dozen automobiles had been seized. But with their dusty hulls, it looked as though most of the vehicles had been there for quite a while – maybe years.
Pulling into a space beside a white hatchback, she shifted t
