CHAPTER TWENTY THREE
They arrived at the station half an hour later. As Timbrook parked the car and they headed inside, Mackenzie felt something akin to a slight depression slide over her. She looked to the mountains looming over the town and realized that she was done with them. She’d consider herself a very fortunate woman if they could wrap up this case without her having to step foot back on those f*****g mountains.
“Get Waverly on research detail for Brittany Lutz,” Mackenzie said. “I want to know what sort of accident she was in and if she had any marks on her record.”
“On it,” Timbrook said, dashing off to do just that.
As for Mackenzie, she wanted to get a better grasp on just how many little side trails existed out there in the forest. She wondered if there was anyone local wh
