CHAPTER
10
Finally out on the open road, I drank in the unfamiliar scenery as the majestic mountains and cactus-decorated vistas of the Sonoran desert opened up before me, filling my senses with the spirit of the Wild West. The longer I lived in this magnificent state, the more I explored its ever-changing beauty, the more I loved it. I stepped hard on the accelerator, relishing the invigorating rush that always gripped me at the dawn of a new assignment, especially one with multiple layers like this one—compelling details of historical significance brought forward and intermingled with a cast of living characters.
I had stayed much longer at the library than planned, and by the time I’d traded my Jeep for Ronda’s dented, scratched, dirt-caked brown one, I was running a full two hours
