CHAPTER TWENTY TWO
Tim’s lover was not very familiar with Charles Rudeke, nor was she well versed in the world of climbing. Therefore, she was asked to sit patiently in Tim’s SUV while Mackenzie, Timbrook, and Tim stood around the back end of Timbrook’s patrol car. She did so, clearly still rather embarrassed that she had been caught in such a vulnerable position, without much complaint.
“That makes three now, right?” Tim asked. “Three people dead within what…two weeks?”
“Yes,” Timbrook said. “Did you know the other two? Mandy Yorke and Bryce Evans?”
“No. I had seen Mandy’s name here and there, in f*******: groups and things like that, but I didn’t know her.”
“How did you meet Charles Rudeke?” Mackenzie asked.
“We ran into one another one day a few years back when I was scoping out a
