“How long’s it take to get to Cold Springs from here?” Adam asked.
“Couple of hours.”
Adam massaged his head with his hand, only to find a sore spot, likely courtesy of the river rapids. “So what’s going on with JJ?”
“You noticed that, huh?” Grant acknowledged. “She’s been having a little trouble lately.”
“With Marcus?”
Light from the instrument panel flashed off Grant’s pale face as he turned to Adam in the dark. “Why am I the last one to know about this s**t?”
So much for always being calm. “Is she okay?”
“She is.” Grant let out a heavy breath, more like a fighter before a bout than a sigh, but had recovered his composure when he continued. “A couple of loaner deputies thought Virgil might’ve gone to JJ’s, they showed up unannounced, and she shot one of them. He’ll be okay. The ot
