Page 24 of Every Which Way

“You know what I think?” Langford asked.

Kenna ducked under the tape and stepped out. “What’s that?”

“I think he was the target. More blood loss. Her DNA was in minimal amounts.” Langford leaned against the balcony rail and folded her arms. “His was more extensive. Maybe she lured him under false pretenses with the intention of taking his life.”

“You think she might’ve been the perpetrator?” Kenna also leaned against the rail and saw Davis leave the main office. “It could just as easily have been the male who lured her there, and he was injured when she defended herself.”

“There’s certainly no evidence a third person was here.”

“That only means that if there was a third person who took them both, they’re smart.”

Langford nodded. “I guess the security tape will tell us if they left on foot of their own accord or if they were carried out of here.” She glanced over her shoulder as Davis approached them.

The look on his face didn’t bode well, but perhaps that scowl was normal.

Langford asked, “Footage?” with a little hesitancy in her voice.

Davis stuck his hands in his pockets. “There’s nothing. Someone came in and took a copy, claimed they were police. Had ID and everything. Any files that remained have been mysteriously corrupted. If there was anything on the security footage, we’ll never see it.”

Kenna asked, “Can the employee describe the person who came in?” If they were pretending to be an officer, that was a serious offense, and interfering in a case was even worse.

“They’re asking the person to come in so they can tell us.” Davis stared at her. “Any idea who it might’ve been?”

“It wasn’t me or anyone I work with. I can tell you that much.” She’d barely been in Denver a couple of days. “All I know about this case is what the two of you have told me. When Jax called and said you were looking for me and why, it was the first I’d even heard about it.”

Davis didn’t look convinced, but it wasn’t up to her to change his mind.

It was only up to her to have integrity in her life and her work—and the living out of the faith she’d claimed.

People could believe what they wanted to believe.

“I should be going. Thanks for your time.” Kenna didn’t want to seem too interested, and she needed to find out where Roxanne had gone. It wasn’t a stretch to assume she was the one who’d taken the footage, and if she had, then Kenna wanted to see it. Whether it was anonymously delivered to these two detectives later would be between her and Maizie. Roxanne didn’t need to know.

She shook both of their hands, exchanged business cards, and headed for the stairs, aware that they watched her head down and then away from the front office. On purpose. They didn’t need to believe she was fishing for information so she could run a simultaneous investigation.

Even if she probably would be.

Kenna slid out her phone at the corner and dialed Ramon’s number.

“Yep.”

“It’s me.”

“Obviously.”

Kenna rolled her eyes and heard a car behind her. She glanced over her shoulder and saw the same vehicle approaching, Roxanne in the driver’s seat. “I was gonna ask for a pickup, but my ride just showed.”

“We’re at the campsite. All good?”

“I’ll be there.”

Ramon said, “Bring chips. We just ran out.”

Kenna hung up and waited for Roxanne to pull up. As she slid in, she said, “Didn’t want them to see your face because you’re the one who has their security footage?”

“Among other reasons. I need to maintain a low profile, okay?”

“To keep from being arrested?”

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