CHAPTER TWENTY SEVEN
Riley stood staring at the spot where Shirley Redding’s body had been found. She managed to suppress a shudder.
Then she told Sheriff Garland, “Thanks for reaching out to me. I really appreciate it. I’d have had to hear the news about a death on my property without knowing anything about it.”
“Any time,” the sheriff replied with a slight tip of his hat.
Riley then retraced her way back out of the gully and toward her father’s cabin. The last time she’d been here, the whole area was covered with a layer of snow. Now the surrounding forest was bursting with spring life. Even so, Riley could see that little had really changed. The same pile of firewood was stacked near a tree stump.
She walked up to the cabin and found that its front door was unlocked. That was hardl
