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Shaun let himself into the sheriff’s office, turned on the lights, then sighed. Shucking his coat as he walked behind the counter usually manned by Esther, he tossed it on one of the vacant chairs in his private office. Sitting heavily behind his desk, he turned on his computer, then rubbed his forehead. s*x wouldn’t have given him a headache, and he would probably feel worse if he had finished the bottle.
He pulled up the information of the clients who were with his father on the Ridge and reached for the phone. Pausing, he shook his head. He knew better. Knew that Bear Tanner rarely led a party without a gun, for protection and the look of a wilderness guide. The FBI agent was right to question the location of the weapon, and it irked him that he had overlooked that detail.
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