“Brock and Mr. Sheenan were the first on the scene?”
Kara nodded. “Another neighbor, rancher Rob MacCredie, was next, and then the sheriff, fire, and ambulances. But because Bill and Brock were first on the scene, they were questioned again and again—”
“There is no way Brock was part of that.”
“Of course not. But he saw it all, and an investigation always zeros in on family and neighbors. No one escapes unscathed.” She was silent a moment. “I was only six or seven at the time, but I remember how tense everyone was. How scared . No one felt safe anymore. It honestly took years for people to feel comfortable in their own homes.”
“Were any of the Douglas kids in your class?”
“I was the same age as one of the boys that died, but he went to your school, in Paradise Valley, and I attended Marietta Elementary.”
Jet couldn’t even imagine how terrifying it’d be to discover that a child your own age had been murdered in his home, and that the parents couldn’t even protect him. That the parents had been killed, too.
“Why do you think Shane wanted to rent the Sheenan house?” she asked Kara.
“It’s convenient. It’s right there where everything happened.” Kara rose and stretched. “But just because something is convenient, doesn’t make it right. Not when something has caused so much suffering in this community.”
“I would think the community would want justice for the Douglases.”
“I don’t think that anyone really believes the crime can be solved. It’s been too many years. The evidence—” She broke off, sighed. “Listen, I became a district attorney because I couldn’t stand to think that bad guys got to get away unpunished. The bad guys should be held accountable. My entire career is based on righting wrongs, but in this case, there is no identifiable bad guy, and I don’t think there ever will be.” She covered a yawn. “I’ve got to go to bed. I’m heading to Billings tomorrow to see my grandmother, but please call your sister in the morning. I don’t want her thinking I didn’t tell you, and Harley is pretty anxious about talking to you.”
All the more reason Jet wasn’t looking forward to the call. “I’ll call her. I’ll phone after breakfast. I promise.”
But once in her room, Jet didn’t want to think about Harley or the Sheenans or the horrific murders on the Douglas ranch. She wanted to think about Shane, and the kiss, and how he made her feel…
Of how she felt right now.
Ben had crushed her and she’d thought she wasn’t ready for anything but somehow, inexplicably, she found herself hoping…
Hoping Shane might like her a little bit.
Hoping he’d want to see more of her, not just Sunday, but after Sunday.
Hoping she could get Harley and Cormac and the rest of the Sheenans to respect her friendship with Shane, because really, that was all it was right now.
Yes, he made her feel all excited and fizzy on the inside, but at the same time, she didn’t want romance without a real friendship. Friendship was important. If her breakup with Ben had taught her anything it was she couldn’t have a relationship without honesty and respect and communication.
Changing into her pajamas, she washed her face and then brushed her teeth and climbed into bed.
Tomorrow she’d call Harley and then would go to school and prepare her lessons for the coming week and then Sunday would be brunch…
A little quiver of excitement shot through her. She smiled in the dark.
She shouldn’t like him this much. She shouldn’t.
But he was so fascinating…absolutely larger than life. He wasn’t just ruggedly handsome and intellectually stimulating, but he had a smoldering intensity, which she’d never encountered before, and a sizzling intensity made her so curious.
She wanted to understand the attraction. She wanted to understand him .
Who was Sean Shane Swan Finley? And why did his parents change his name on the birth certificate? And who
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