FINN WATCHED THE figure of Detective Sampson disappear into the mess tent, directing the two officers under his command to start searching at the back of the large tent. This new turn of events was annoying, to say the least. Because it undercut Finn’s clandestine efforts to do exactly the same thing. He’d been conducting covert searches of the camp himself, but so far had come up empty-handed. Which was why he’d been glad when they returned early to camp this afternoon. It gave him a chance to clamber beneath the Scanlon’s big truck and check it out, while everyone was busy grading the cattle. Looking for hidden compartments, suspicious lock-boxes, anything that looked out of place or wasn’t supposed to be there. But Finn understood why this Detective Sampson would fast-track a search war
