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“That was it,” Lily said, then whispered, “Is Mckenna going to be okay?”
“She’ll be fine,” Evan said, making yet another promise that he didn’t know if he could keep. By the looks on their faces, Cassidy and Lily knew he was only saying Mckenna would be fine to make everyone feel better. “Thanks for your time.”
Cassidy and Evan stood and thanked Lily’s parents and then headed out the front door. Cassidy was about to say something when Evan’s phone rang. With hope, he pulled it out, wanting the caller ID to say “Mckenna” but instead it was a sheriff’s office in Wyoming. One of the ones he’d sent memos to in case they’d had similar kidnappings.
He answered the phone.
“Is this Agent Knox?” a man asked.
“It is.”
“Son, this is Sheriff Alan Lewis of Fremont County. You asked about kidnappings fitting a certain MO?”
“Yes.” Evan gripped the phone. “Do you have cases like the one I sent you?”
“We do, as a matter of fact. Some of them include missing Indigenous women. We’ve helped with two of the cases, although the Bureau of Indian Affairs has worked on most of those. I could give you my contact there.”
Evan had never worked with the BIA, but he welcomed anyone who had information. “That would be great. Thank you.”
He wrote down the contact’s information and then on a whim asked, “Do you know a man by the name of Rex Hanson?”
“Nope, doesn’t ring a bell.”
“What about a probation officer named Keith Warren?” Evan asked.
“Oh, yeah, I know Keith. Good guy. He came here about seven years ago to take a course and have a little vacation. We connected then. I think he just accepted an opening up here in the probation office. In fact, one of the cases I was talking about happened around one of the times Keith was in town. He offered to help us search for the girl. Volunteered a lot of time and stayed an extra week. He said he hated the way Indigenous women went missing without anyone helping.”
“Did he?” Evan asked.
“He did.”
“Did you find the girl?”
“We did, but unfortunately, it was too late,” the sheriff said. “Same for the other girl. They were both found deceased and shot. The bullet was a .45, and based on what you entered in the system, I think we have a match.”
“That would be a huge break in this case. Will you send me the information on the ballistics?”
“I’d be happy to.”
“I’m curious, was Keith ever with anyone?” Evan asked, thinking about Rex being a partner in the crimes.
“Not that I knew of. Seemed like kind of a loner. Nice guy. Liked to go fishing. He said it was relaxing and he liked doing catch and release since he was staying at a hotel. Can’t cook a fish over a campfire there.”
“No, you can’t do that,” Evan answered, his stomach dropping at the mention of catch and release. “Thank you, sir, for your time. I appreciate it.”
“You want me to send the files?”
“Yes, please do.”
The sheriff paused. “Son, I’ve been in law enforcement my whole life. This isn’t my first rodeo. Keith Warren murdered those girls, didn’t he? Or at least you’re suspecting it.”
“That’s right. I think he did a similar thing here, only this time he screwed up.”
The sheriff muttered some choice words about how people never were who they seemed.
“If you see him in your area, for any reason,” Evan said, “arrest him right away. There’s going to be a warrant out for him soon.”
“You got it. I still can’t believe this. Can’t trust anyone.”
