Page 105 of What She Saw
“There were dozens of trailers on-site near the stage. I think he stowed them in there and drove off with them after the concert ended.”
“Colton was seen at the location the morning after, right?”
“Showered and clean. Looked fresh as a daisy.”
“Does that track with a man who just disposed of four bodies?”
“No one realized there was a problem until three days after the event. Plenty of time to go back and retrieve the bodies.” He shrugged. “That’s what we thought.”
I shook my head. “Did it bother you that no one, and I mean no one, heard any of the four girls screaming or resisting?” I lied.
“It was so crowded. A lot got missed.”
“I think someone lured the women to a place where they could be subdued. And I think that person drove the bodies off the mountain for Colton.”
“Taggart and I believed Colton was the classic Lone Wolf.”
“Colton had a concert to run, but he still had time to subdue and murder four women? That’s a busy guy.”
“Colton wasn’t too worried about the festival logistics. And he was doing cocaine. It can give a man superhuman strength.”
“Toward the end of his life, Taggart began to suspect Colton had help.” Taggart hadn’t shared his theory with anyone other than Mitch. But I wasn’t above passing that bit of news around town. “Did he ever run those theories past you?”
“He never said anything to me about it.” He sipped his coffee. “Believe me, Colton acted alone.”
As I left the diner, I saw Grant leaning against my truck, his arms folded over his chest. His eyes were shielded by Ray-Ban Wayfarer glasses. He wore a black T-shirt, jeans, and hiking boots.
“Your meeting with Colton will be in three days,” he said.
I wasn’t sure I was ready. There was a big missing piece of this puzzle. And I wanted it when I saw Colton. “Terrific.”
He pushed away from the car, straightening to his six-foot-plus frame. “You’re getting around.”
“That’s my job.”
“You’re onto something?”
“Like what?”
His head cocked. “I’m not sure. But you’re getting close to something.”
I met his gaze. “I could’ve stumbled upon a big pile of nothing.”
“Paxton looked tense when you were talking to him.”
“You were watching us?”
“I was.”
I glanced toward my Jeep. “Where’s the tracking device?”
A smile tipped his lips. “Say again?”
“There must be one on my Jeep. You keep showing up.”
He shrugged. “Don’t know what you are talking about.”
I’d search the car when I got back to the cabin. “Okay.”
