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weren’t out on my property, illegally hunting?”
    “I don’t own a gun, for one,” Milton shot back.
    Tyler figured that Tommy could check the gun registration database all day long and not find a gun registered to James Milton. That didn’t mean he wasn’t carrying one anyway. There was no shortage of illegal guns on the black market and in the hands of people who had no business with them.
    “I can’t know that for sure. Besides, you might’ve ditched it when you realized you were close to getting caught. In fact, I have another scenario worth the sheriff’s consideration,” Tyler said.
    “Care to enlighten me?” But Milton’s gaze said the opposite.
    “How about this? You take your fiancée here on a hunting trip on my land. We offer excursions but you don’t want to pay the price. You decide to do things on your own. But then you hear someone and you know you’re about to get caught. Rather than risk it, you take off, leaving your fiancée to fend for herself. You go hide in your motel room waiting for her to come back. You clean up because you don’t want to risk anyone realizing you might’ve been outside. But here comes the problem. Your fiancée gets herself in trouble and ends up in the hospital, so you make up this wild story about the two of you fighting to cover for the fact that you were illegally hunting on my property,” Tyler said, his gaze zeroed in on Milton.
    “You can’t be serious.” Milton’s gaze darted from Tyler to Tommy as he took a step back. A few more and he’d be in the corner.
    “Sure I can,” Tyler shot back, watching Milton’s reaction.
    “Can I see your hunting license, Mr. Milton?” Tommy asked.
    Milton balked. “I don’t have one. I’ve already told you that I don’t even own a gun.”
    “Did you realize that you’d need one?” Tommy continued.
    “I didn’t come here to hunt. I wasn’t out looking for game on his land.” Milton shot daggers toward Tyler before narrowing his gaze when he looked at Tommy again. “I’ll ask again. Am I under arrest?”
    “If you were, we’d be having a different conversation right now, Mr. Milton. One that would include reading your Miranda rights to you. Since I haven’t done that yet, you’re free to go.” Tommy turned toward the door. “But I have every intention of investigating Mr. O’Brien’s complaint. In which case, I’m advising you not to leave town until this dispute has been resolved.”
    It was weak. Tyler knew enough about the law to know that, but Tommy was betting that Milton didn’t realize it.
    “I have no plans to go anywhere until my Jennifer is better. And then I have every intention of driving out of this town and back to Louisiana,” Milton said.
    “Mind if I speak to you privately, Mr. Milton?” Tommy shot a wink toward Tyler so subtle he barely caught it.
    Tyler immediately caught on. He grabbed the pen and paper off the wheeled tray table and jotted down his cell number. Then, he moved to the bed next to Jennifer.
    “You sure you’re okay?” he asked.
    She nodded, looking resolved. If she was engaged to Milton, then wouldn’t she seem more comforted by his presence? Tyler figured he could rack his brain trying to solve that and other mysteries for the rest of his life and still come up short. There wasn’t much else he could do or say if he stuck around. Red...Jennifer, he corrected himself, seemed intent on staying with this jerk. Just in case she changed her mind and wanted a friend, he folded up the piece of paper into a tiny square.
    “You change your mind or need anything, call me.” He managed to slip it under her pillow before Milton returned.
    Tyler figured it might help him sleep at night, knowing he’d done everything he could.
    Heck, who was he kidding? Those sea-green eyes were going to haunt him.
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    T YLER ’ S CELL BUZZED . He glanced at the clock on his nightstand. It was hours until the sun would rise. The noise should’ve jolted him awake but his