4 Malice in Christmas River
“ Erik’s green Subaru pulled in, rumbling around the corner, the muffler apparently shot. He pulled into the nearly-empty lot, parking close to the building’s entrance. He killed the engine, and I watched as he got out of his car. I had thought it all through during the half-hour drive from Christmas River to Redmond. I wasn’t any sort of conspiracy theorist. And God knows I hoped that it had been an accident. But if it wasn’t, if there was even the smallest possibility that someone had intentionally hurt Daniel, then I had to know. I had to be certain that Daniel wasn’t still in danger. And that justice, if there needed to be any, was carried out. And carried out right. Trumbow wasn’t a bad man and his intentions were good. But when it came to his police work, I didn’t have as much faith. He had almost pegged me for the murder of Mason Barstow two and a half years ago. I’d probably still be rotting in jail now if Daniel hadn’t stepped in and solved the murder, figuring out who the r...eal murderer was just in time.MoreLess
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