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And what about Leon’s gunshot wound? Had he seen something he shouldn’t have?
Then there’d been Earl’s death. Natural causes, according to his death certificate. But there’d been no autopsy, and the prompt cremation precluded any chance of exhuming him for further examination.
Three local deaths could be explained away, but clearly Nina Olson had been murdered...likely by someone involved in the drug shipment, though her car hadn’t yet been found.
Sara and her buddies were right—something was going on here in town, and he’d missed it.
Nathan shoved away from his desk and stalked the confines of his office.
As much as it hurt to admit it, Sara Hanrahan was doing her job. Doing exactly what she’d been ordered to do.
If he’d fallen for her and expected too much, he could hardly blame her—yet she’d been shallow enough to pretend to care for him, when all she wanted was information.
Or had she?
CHAPTER NINETEEN
THROUGHOUT THE NIGHT, freezing rain hit the windows of Sara’s apartment like an endless volley of buckshot. The wind howled.
By morning, the lights were flickering and the snow had moved in heavier than expected. When she took Harold out to do his business, she nearly fell down the ice-coated stairs—even the handrail was slick as glass—and felt chilled to the bone by the time she got him back inside a few minutes later.
By noon, the streetlights came back on and traffic on the streets dwindled.
The storm had barreled across Nebraska and South Dakota, picking up intensity by the hour and closing down all the freeways. An announcer on the radio said Interstate 94 to Fargo would likely close, and that was the expected route of the drug shipment. Was it still coming?
She hoped so. Since yesterday’s confrontation with Nathan, she’d been edgy, impatient. She needed to get away from this town. Everything she saw reminded her of him.
She’d even started packing, so she could leave right after spending Christmas with her mother and Leon.
This holiday would be even worse than usual. There’d be no loving embrace by the soft glow of candlelight on Christmas Eve. No joy in hearing the carols. No hopes for a future she’d dared to imagine.
At the ring of her phone she jumped.
It couldn’t be. What she and Nathan had said to each other could never be taken back.
Whatever her own feelings, he’d never really loved her, and it was better to know it now than to fall any deeper herself.
