HEATHCLIFFE GLARED at them. “Don’t encourage her, Clovis.” He glanced behind his brothers. “Where are Percy and Brita?”
“They were going back to Ashton to talk to Trooper Parkins. Brita said they might have a hit on the murder weapon.” Alf held his coffee in his hands like a small heater, hovering over it for warmth.
Jose had the doors up on the shed when they arrived. The stable hand nodded a greeting and climbed into a utility vehicle without speaking.
Nita and Heathcliffe rode with Jose and Clovis and Alf took the second vehicle. They agreed to head to the lake together and then follow the horses’ tracks. Hopefully the two horses hadn’t gotten separated. But if they had, the searchers could split up and continue the search.
Fortunately, the horses not only stuck together, but they w
