THIRTY-THREEDaylight was being swallowed by the shadows of pending nightfall as the three vehicles returned to Agua Verde. The ambulance that held the remains headed one way, the truck with the backhoe turned towards the city garage, but Jim’s car froze at the stop sign, engine rumbling as he took a deep breath. He had somewhere else to go, and it wasn’t home. He hesitated, then turned the wheel in the direction of Trick and Ingrid Delgado’s house.
This was the first time it wouldn’t be a social call and he wasn’t looking forward to it. Not one bit. A day that had started as routine had ended in a nightmare. He didn’t know where to start. Trick was his best friend, his oldest friend, but he couldn’t let that trump the job he had to do. A lot of questions needed answering because none of t
