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let us handle this.”
    She didn’t hear him anymore. Her breath stopped with a painful tightening in her chest. The panic in her expression must have alerted Sheriff Wilson she was about to lose it.
    He hollered in the back for Dan. She crumpled against the counter, raw sobs escaping her now. Sheriff Wilson held her while she cried. The old man set her away from him, his kindly eyes meeting hers.
    “It’s gonna be ok, Lindsay. I know this is hard for you, but were gonna get the guy who did this.”
    Lindsay was too shocked to do more than cry and tremble.
    “Dan, we're gonna be crawlin’ with State boys within the hour. Take Lindsay home and go out and help Bob secure that crime scene,” the sheriff hollered.
    Lindsay followed the deputy from the building, not aware she still held the clipboard in her hands. She sat frozen in disbelief in the front seat of Dan’s SUV patrol vehicle. He pried it out of her fingers, seeing how pale she was with a concerned look. He said nothing as he rushed to get her home. She resented the excitement he didn’t bother to hide to know he got his first big case since becoming a cop.
    Tears flooded her eyes when he dropped her at her stairs. She crumpled at the bottom, hyperventilating in her anguish. What was she going to do without Jace? Who would have done such a thing? Everyone loved Jace. He had no enemies. This wasn’t happening. Dazed, she stared into space with no sense of time.
    She had no idea how long she sat there until the headlights of Mr. Merriman’s vehicle alerted her that her mother was home from her dinner date. She felt drained and incredibly empty inside. The horror of her boyfriend being murdered didn’t seem real until Deborah and Mr. Merriman approached. He wisely took his leave, seeing her obvious distress.
    “What is it?” her mother asked as she rushed forward, eyes filled with concern. “What’s happened?”
    “It’s Jace, Mom,” she whispered hoarsely, her devastated gaze blinded with fresh hot tears. “He’s dead!”
     

Chapter Three
    Deborah looked shocked and before Lindsay knew it; she was in her mother’s arms. Her anguished sobs must have alerted Dougie and Sara. They stood on the mat at the door to the apartment crying now too. Their immediate needs made her suddenly aware they must be devastated.
    She wiped her eyes and looked up at them in sorrow. “I need your help, Mom. I don’t know what to tell them.”
    Deborah took over then, whirling her daughter upstairs. She ushered the two children into the apartment and sat them down. The heart-wrenching scene was surreal. Sara sobbed loudly in Lindsay’s arms. Dougie looked sick to hear his brother was gone. The little boy looked was trembling and shaken.
    While her mom took over with Dougie and Sara, a call came in from the Sheriff’s office. Everett was too drunk to make the official identification of his son’s body. The State Police were there. It had to be done. Deborah looked furious to know they expected Lindsay to identify him.
    In the end, Lindsay went, numb and mentally drained. Dan came by to get her at three in the morning, looking like he was happy to have a murder case. She wanted to take his night stick and slap him around at his thoughtless behavior. 
    Standing outside the room where Jace lay, she took a deep breath and closed her eyes. The coroner waited within. It had to be done. She pushed open the door and met the kindly look from the coroner and his assistant from Helena.
    The sheet was pulled back. She gasped with a plaintive sob and turned away. Her eyes would never forget the bluish, dead face of Jason Turner as long as she lived. The agony of seeing his lifeless face kept her from seeing the many stab wounds to his chest and neck thankfully.
    She cringed in the lobby to hear about the high number of stab wounds he received from an unknown assailant. It was surmised it was a robbery. He withdrew money at an ATM prior to dropping off Dougie. Six hundred dollars