81Maggie called Ganza because she needed to check in with someone.
“I’m headed back out with Wagner,” he told her. “Sheriff Olson and his posse are meeting us.”
She actually smiled at that. She remembered yesterday, the sheriff and his men with their shotguns. Posse seemed appropriate.
“I’m spending the day checking on a couple things,” she told him. Then she changed the subject immediately so he couldn’t ask what those things were. “Have you heard how Cunningham is doing?”
“He’s trying to get himself discharged. I think they’re making him wait for a physical therapist to give him instructions. You know that’s got to be driving him crazy.”
Somehow she had managed to end the conversation without giving Ganza any more details about what she was doing. Or where she was. Because she wasn’
