AS NATHAN’S TEAM PREPARED to travel to Grant Forrester’s house in Pantego, Texas to ask him questions, the man they sought was pulling into Bernice Forrester’s driveway up in Jacksboro with a beautiful blond sitting in the passenger seat beside him.
“This is pretty!” Kelly exclaimed, looking at the house. “I love the flowerbeds, they’re so colorful!”
“Mom’s pride and joy,” he acknowledged. “She always says growing things is good therapy.”
They got out of Grant’s car and walked up to the house.
“And it looks like my aunt came up for the holiday weekend, too,” he noted, pointing to another car at the curb. “You’ll like her, she’s a lot of fun.”
He held the door open for Kelly, then walked in behind her.
“Come on,” he said, taking Kelly’s hand and leading her down the hall. “They’ll be
