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moments, a woman, probably in her mid-sixties,
came through the door, her arm around Megan. Tall and thin, she had a sweet
face like Megan, and gray hair twisted into a bun at the crown of her head.
    The balding man that followed walked with a limp. He looked
to be in good shape except for his gut. His eyes were nearly the same color
green as Megan’s.
    “Mom, Dad, this is Trey’s brother, Garret.”
    “Ma’am.” He shook her hand. “Sir.” They shook. “We have
coffee and sandwiches.” He gestured toward the table.
    “Thank you, but if you don’t mind, we’re exhausted. If we
could just go to our room...”
    Megan bit her lip.
    “Mrs. Larnfrow, we’ve run out of bedrooms in this house, but
we have a guest house just a few minutes down the road. My parents are staying
there, and I just called them. They’re waiting to meet you and help you get
settled in.”
    Garret stifled a grin. They’d woken Dad. Again.
    The older woman’s gaze darted to Megan’s then back to
Trey’s. “I don’t mean to sound ungracious, but we’re here to see Mag...Megan.”
    “We have all day tomorrow to talk.” Megan rubbed her
mother’s thin arm. “You’ll love Patty and Derrick. They’re excited that you’re
going to be staying with them. And it’s just a few minutes away.”
    “Vonnie.” Megan’s father spoke, exhaustion in his voice.
“Let’s just get set up in the guest house for tonight. We can always make
changes in the morning.”
    “Yes, of course.”
    Mr. Larnfrow—Garret didn’t even know his first name—ushered
his wife toward the door.
    “I’ll drive you down there.” Megan took her father’s arm.
    Trey held the door for them. “I’ll lead in the truck.” Megan
and her parents stepped out onto the porch. Trey looked at Garret, who figured
he was better off where he was.
    He plopped down at the table and picked up one of the
half-sandwiches Megan had made earlier and bit into the best chicken salad he’d
ever tasted.
    “Say ‘hi’ to Dad.” He chuckled. The man was bound to be as
surly as a porcupine.
    Trey pointed to the table. “There’d damn well better be some
of that chicken salad for me when I get back.”
    “Best hurry, then.”
    ****
    Megan woke to the smell of bacon. She’d moved her things
into the spare bedroom when she returned to the ranch house after securing her
parents with a chipper Patty and a very grouchy Derrick.
    Light shone through a crack in the drapes. She’d overslept.
After pulling on jeans and a T-shirt, she peeked in Garret’s room then Trey’s.
Both empty. She padded down the stairs and into the kitchen. Her parents, along
with Derrick, Trey, and Garret, sat at the table drinking coffee while Inez
stood at the stove. Petite in her brightly colored dress and functional blue
shoes, her salt-and-pepper hair was wound into a bun at her crown.
    She turned to look at Megan, her wrinkled face lifting in a
smile, but her eyes appearing worried.
    Patty McGatlin didn’t meet Megan’s eye as she bustled around
the kitchen, helping Inez cook up an old fashioned country breakfast.
    Megan took a bracing breath. This was not going to be fun.
    Trey, Garret, and Derrick rose and Megan’s mother patted the
table next to her, in front of an empty chair. “Come and sit.”
    Patty brought a cup of coffee for her. “You’re just in time,
dear.”
    After everyone was seated, Garret cleared his throat. “We
were just bringing your parents up to speed on the investigation.” The corners
of his mouth curved down. The discussion must not have gone very well.
    “We should talk.” Her father looked her directly in the eye.
“After breakfast.”
    “Of course.” Megan accepted a plate heaped with eggs, toast,
potatoes, and three kinds of breakfast meats. “Thanks, Inez. This looks wonderful.”
    The older woman gave Megan a somber nod. Shit, what had they
been talking about before she came downstairs?
    The noise level at the table soared as everyone ate and
talked and