Sebastian held up a hand. Ivy’s skills were always fascinating until they got turned on you. “I do not need my head shrunk, Ivy.”
“No, but something’s stuck in your craw,” Harrison said. “And I’m guessing it’s got something to do with that wellness check Ty took this morning.”
“Wellness check?” Laurel asked.
Sebastian blew out a breath, wishing he’d come up with some kind of solution. “Yeah. The Sheriff’s Department got a call to do a wellness check out in the county. Older guy. Widower. He usually shows up at the feed and farm supply every couple of weeks to buy supplies for his chickens and horse. He didn’t show this week, so Stan—he’s the guy who runs the farm supply place—called to ask for a wellness check. Turns out Mr. Massey died. Several days ago based on—well, the evidence, as
