“I appreciate your cooperation.” The words had become rote for Ty over the past few days.
“No problem. I hope you get to the bottom of it soon. Tell Paisley I said hi.”
“I will.” Ty hung up on Dustin Phelps, a college baseball coach who now lived in Texas.
That was it. He’d officially cleared everybody on Paisley’s list, and he was no closer to figuring out who was harassing her than he had been when he’d started this. The theory that had felt so promising in the beginning wasn’t panning out, and there had been no further incidents since they got back to Eden’s Ridge. Not entirely surprising. Presumably her stalker had a job of some kind back in the Nashville area that would preclude a lot of trips four hours away. It didn’t mean this was over.
After sending Paisley a quick text to let
