Free Fulfilling Promises (Red Starr, Book Five) by Kennedy Layne

the use of her words. It was a common phrase, but she’d have to come up with another one after what had happened to Joey. Even the small things in her life had changed. “Did you find anything?”
    “Tracks around back, but I figure most of them are from the police investigators. I’ll have to call them tomorrow and get details of who authorized them to search the premises. Most likely they had a warrant, although I’m still curious as to why they didn’t call me.” Trigger carefully took his gun out of her hand and holstered it, though Devyn noticed he put the knife in the back of his belt. “Let’s get inside. I want to see what is on the video footage of the security system.”
    Diesel hopped into the passenger seat and then jumped down to the graveled lot before Trigger closed the Jeep’s door. She stayed beside them both as they walked to the main door that led to Mac’s old office, ignoring the large garage door off to the side. She really should be calling it John’s place, but this auto shop would always be known as Mac’s.
    “The door was jimmied, but again I’m assuming the police did that in order to gain access. I know this is hard for you, but do you know what happened to Joey’s personal effects?” Trigger asked, the weight of his stare rather heavy. Did he expect her to break down? “I never thought to ask Isaac.”
    “Isaac left a large manila envelope on my desk, but I haven’t looked inside of it yet,” Devyn admitted, not ready to go there quite yet. She glanced behind her, making sure no one was sneaking up on them. She found Diesel watching them intently. It was nice to have the extra set of eyes. “Why? What do you think will be in there?”
    “This place is locked up tight with the exception of the front door. I’m just wondering if that means the police couldn’t locate Joey’s keys.” Trigger finally opened the door, the strong odor of grease and oil hitting her hard. He flipped the light switch and the entire garage lit up. “Joey said he was going to have that repaired.”
    Trigger had spoken more to himself than to her. He was referring to the diagonal crack in the top window of the tattered door with the peeling black paint. She bit the side of her mouth so that she didn’t immediately come to Joey’s defense. He should have replaced the window, along with giving the door a fresh coat of paint. Instead, he filled his days with making sure the business kept up with the townsfolk who didn’t like going into Corinth. Her brother had been just as good with his hands as Trigger was.
    “Do you know where Joey’s truck is?” Trigger asked, shutting the door behind them.
    “Um, no,” Devyn replied, kicking herself for not having asked that question. She’d been rather busy with the police, but she should have thought to ask. “I’ll find out though.”
    “Mac didn’t like having anything fancy, but I was able to get a decent computer system up and running for Joey before I left,” Trigger said, closing the short distance to the office used for paperwork. It was just as she’d left it, which was a hell of a lot more organized than when Trigger had been here. Joey was a neat freak, although he hadn’t bothered to clean the smoke stains off of the walls. Diesel stayed in the doorway. “Do you know if the police were able to log in and have a look inside at Joey’s emails or anything else he might have kept on the CPU hard drive?”
    Devyn had already thought of that, but there was nothing on the computer other than the program Joey had used to maintain the work orders. She wasn’t quite sure why the system was even installed when her brother wrote them out anyway and used a filing system based on the customers’ last names.
    Trigger had looked around before leaving her standing there with Diesel. He then proceeded to walk the outer perimeter of the large empty stall. She really didn’t see a place where someone could hide, but he still managed to sweep the