CHAPTER
21
Two hours later, I was at my desk staring at the computer screen. Even though it was quiet as a morgue with the staff gone on Saturday, I fidgeted in my chair, stewing internally, unable to concentrate on the work I needed to complete before Rick showed up at nine. My mind a million miles away, I finally gave up and stared blankly out the window, watching a couple of ground squirrels chasing each other around a prickly pear cactus.
The fact that Marshall had removed himself from any form of communication at this critical juncture in my investigation left me hugely frustrated. If I relied on my instincts as a reporter combined with the damning facts I had gathered, it meant something horrible was going on at the Double G. The pervasive feeling that someone needed to take
