Pictures had been taken, the cake had been cut, the first dance had been had, and the reception had turned into an all-out street party. Walls of all the tents were open to the fine weather and invited guests mingled with the townspeople who’d just shown up to celebrate the First Couple of Wishful. That was what more than one person was calling them. And why not? Who had given more of themselves to the town than the councilman and city planner? But the cheerful crowd and the falling darkness made locating Waylan Crawford damned near impossible.
Trey hadn’t seen him at the wedding. Neither had any of the officers from Wishful PD, who’d been circulating as guests. Maybe he’d left. Decided that facing all these people wouldn’t be worth it. But that didn’t play for Trey. No matter how uninvol
