Since disconnecting from the conference call, Detective Jenny Moore had been busy. She’d checked on the spray foam can used in the attack on the cows. The lot number hadn’t been recorded, and the can was no longer available to check. It had either been lost or discarded in the past three years.
There were three other ranches in the area, and she had visited two of them, showing the sketch with no results.
Her flight home would leave in the morning, so she headed to visit one last ranch before it got too late. The drive took almost two hours, and when she arrived, she saw that the property was immense, going on for many miles. She entered the main drive and past numerous buildings before arriving at the main house.
As she approached, a man in his mid-fifties was coming outside. He stood
