“He told you that?”
Jed nodded and licked his lips, which seemed to have suddenly gone dry. “Who ever heard of that? Ex-military, and you can’t own a g*n?”
“Dishonorably discharged,” Callaway murmured, taking a step back. “Any idea when he’ll be back?”
Landon shrugged. “When the market closes. Usually around six or seven.”
Callaway nodded to himself. Yes, they would need to have a conversation with Gale Underwood—a long one, perhaps. Even if he hadn’t murdered Sienna Davis, there was a good chance he’d been one of the last people to see her alive.
He glanced at Landon, who was watching him warily as if he thought Callaway might throw a punch for good measure.
Callaway pulled a card from his breast pocket and handed it to Landon. “You think of anything else, you give me a call.” He pa
