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done the same to his dad and Jake had nearly dropped his pole laughing at him.
    He shook the water out of his hair and waded toward the bank. Dropping his gear by the back door of the cabin, Jake sat down on the concrete slab to pull off his waders. Going inside, he stripped off his soaking clothes and stepped into the welcome warmth of the shower.
    Memories of years of trips taken as a boy flitted past him as he sat on the bed, tying his shoes. His thoughts settled on his father. They’d fished and hunted. They’d played horseshoes and threw around baseballs and footballs. His sleeves rolled up, he’d taught Jake how to chop wood and start a campfire even when the wood was damp from a short summer rain.
    Jake had loved their times at the cabin. It was the only time he could spend with his father, unbroken by the intrusive ring of the telephone, which always seemed to drag his father back to the office when they were home. At the cabin, there was no phone, so the family could enjoy a few days of uninterrupted time together.
    As a teenager, Jake hadn’t wanted to join his parents for long weekends and holidays in the cabin. Like many teens, he’d preferred the company of his friends. After school, he had played baseball and, in the summers, spent his time lifeguarding at the local pool.
    In college, he’d gone to the cabin on his own for a week or two every summer. His mother was gone by then, and his father didn’t seem to have a heart for the cabin without her. After graduating from law school, Jake had worked hard to build up a client list of businessmen and ranchers, not paying much attention to the clients his father managed.
    Going over client files after his father died, Jake had been stunned by his dealings with the Hills. He could see nothing illegal in what his father or the Hills had done, but it was on the edge of being ethical. He’d agreed to represent Roger Hill, but Jake had made it clear to him that there were lines he would not cross.
    He wondered whether enough time had passed that this skeleton could finally come out of the closet. He would have to speak to Roger about it. He hated to bother him while they were on their cruise, but he couldn’t wait for them to return. If Roger was agreeable, he would run. If he wasn’t, well, Jake would cross that bridge if he came to it.
    He looked up as he heard someone coming through the woods. “See any?”
    “Trails. Scat,” answered Jeb, who had been doing a little recognizance while Jake was fishing. “I scouted out a couple of places that look promising. Catch anything?”
    “Let’s just say we’re not having fish for dinner.”
    “No worries. A bad day fishing beats a good day in the office, right?”
    “Every day of the week,” agreed Jake, getting up and reaching for his rifle. “But a great day hunting beats just about everything else. Let’s go see if we can scare up an elk.”
     
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    Matt, tired after working his first swing shift on top of the day he’d had investigating the Hill break-in, pulled into the parking lot of his apartment building. It was going to be a long week. "Oh come on.” A white Camaro was parked in his space again. He didn’t know who owned the car, but it had been parked in his space twice before and Matt was done trying to be nice about it.
    He'd let it go the first time. The second time, he'd left a note on the windshield asking the driver not to park in his space again. This time, his muscles already ached from tackling a two-hundred-eighty pound drunk who’d decided to resist arrest. Having to park at the far end of the lot and trudge all the way back was stepping on his last nerve.
    Walking by the car on the way to his apartment, Matt took out his notebook and jotted down the make, model, and license plate number. He unlocked his door and flipped on the light. Looking around the apartment, a visitor might think it was vacant. Matt never entertained here, so he'd never seen the need to buy much