Free LustUndone by Desiree Holt Page B

you’ve done this with Detective Lacroix and his team but if I can persuade
you to go through it one more time?”
    “Sure. Whatever will help find Darrell’s killer.”
    Sophia was glad she and Logan had heavy winter boots on as
they walked the scene with Maguire. They went over everything again with him,
Bobby and Rebecca prompting now and then, until they figured they’d wrung all
the information from him he had to give them. They nodded politely as he
pointed out where a snowmobile could have gotten through and where someone
would have needed either cross-country skis or snowshoes.
    “I just think if it was a machine Darrell would have heard
it coming,” Maquire said. “Maybe that’s why he had the gun in his hands. But if
someone wanted to kill him, why show up on something that noisy?”
    “Good point,” Logan nodded.
    Sophia exchanged glances with him. They’d been trying to
tell Bobby the same thing.
    “And if they came on skis or snowshoes that shows they’d
really planned this out. And I can’t think of a damn person who wanted to kill
Darrell who’d be that premeditated.”
    “Well, if anything does come to you, please let us know.”
Sophia pulled off a glove and dug a business card out of her pocket. “My cell
number’s on here. Call me anytime.”
    “Thanks for your help,” Logan told him, shaking the man’s
hand.
    “Wish I could tell you more.” He rubbed his gloved hand over
his chin. “Maybe if I hadn’t waited so long to call him…”
    “I don’t think there’s anything you could have done,” Sophia
told him. “Whatever we’re dealing with here would have gotten him anyway.”
    Maquire narrowed his eyes. “What do you mean, whatever we’re
dealing with? It can only be one of two things—a crazy human or a wild animal.
Right?”
    “That’s right,” Bobby said smoothly, breaking into the
conversation and stalling any answer Sophia might have given. “We’re all just
glad nothing happened to you. But don’t beat yourself up. Please. None of this
was your fault.”
    “If you say so.” But guilt still shadowed his eyes.
    He pulled on his ski mask, shook hands with everyone else
and climbed back on the big Sno-Cat. They watched him disappear over the
landscape, snow spraying behind him like a rooster tail.
    “Well,” Bobby said, looking at Sophia and Logan, “what
next?”
    “Next I want to drive the area, get a sense for where this
creature, any creature,” she amended as Bobby scowled at her, “could be hiding.
And I’d also like to find out if anyone’s found any small animals mutilated
this way in the past few days. I’ll get someone on it.” He nodded at them as he
left the room.
    “Can we get some snowmobiles tomorrow?” Logan asked.
    Rebecca nodded. “I can sign out three of the state police
machines. You want to check out the areas where there aren’t any roads, right?”
    “I do. But Sophia and I can handle it. She still knows the
area well enough, I’m sure.”
    She gave him a smile. “Sorry, guys. Where the two of you go,
I go. I have just as much invested in this, remember? Anyway, that’s a vast
area out there. If you’re looking for some indication of this devil beast,
three pairs of eyes are better than two.”
    “I just don’t want to get you in trouble with Lacroix.”
    “Don’t you worry about Bobby. I can handle him.”
    “Be sure to bring your rifle,” Logan told her. “I’d loved to
flush this creature out but you need to be ready to shoot on sight.”
    “No problem.” She grinned. “And I’m a crack shot. Our dad
took all three of us kids hunting from the time we were big enough to hold a
gun steady.”
    Logan smiled back. “Good. I might need you to protect me .”
    “Meanwhile,” Sophia said, “how about some lunch. Then I’d
like to see some topographical and aerial maps of the county. We have to try to
predict where the beast will pick its next victim.” She grimaced. “Although as
isolated as many people are