turned to stare at him. âForgotten Valley is owned by a couple of guys from Texas.â
âDrew DeWitt, at your service, maâam.â
Sarah frowned. âI didnât think the owners lived there.â
âI moved back in December.â
âMoved back?â Sarah said skeptically. âI didnât realize youâd everââ
âMoved in,â Drew corrected. âQuit my job in Houston and moved here toâ¦â He paused and said, âThatâs another story.â
âIâve got time. Itâs a long ride back to Jackson.â
Drew shrugged. âI needed a change of scenery.â
âYou could afford to quit your job?â
He shrugged again. âIt was only a job.â
âYour work wasnât important? What did you do?â
âI was a litigator with DeWitt & Blackthorne.â
âA lawyer? I can see why you wanted to get away,â Sarah said. As a policeman who caught the bad guys, she was leery of the lawyers who got them off. âWhat is it you plan to do now that youâre here in Jackson?â
âI havenât decided.â
âI suppose if Iâd quit my profession and moved a couple thousand miles away, Iâd need more than six weeks to figure out what to do with the rest of my life, too. Just donât do your thinking on the highway,â she said. âThat way youâre more likely to stay among the living long enough to come up with another life plan.â
âI was forced off the road,â he said.
Sarah frowned. âWhereâs the other vehicle? Didnât the driver stop? Do I need to be looking for another reckless driver out there somewhere?â
âIt was a friend of mineâand no, Iâm not going to tell you who it was,â Drew said. âIt was an accident. No one was hurtââ
âThat bump on your head should be looked at by a doctor,â Sarah interrupted.
âIâm not going to a doctor,â Drew said firmly.
âHave you got someone to stay with you overnight, just in case?â Sarah asked. âA girlfriend? A wife? A friend? You shouldnât be alone.â
âIâm not married. And I donât have a girlfriendâ¦anymore,â he said bitterly.
âAh,â Sarah said, eyeing him speculatively. âSo you came here to nurse a broken heart.â
He didnât say anything, which Sarah took as a confirmation of her guess. She figured he must really have loved the woman to have quit his job and moved away when the relationship ended. âShe dumped you?â Sarah asked.
âI donât want to talk about it.â
âShe dumped you,â Sarah concluded. âWhat did you do to her?â
âI didnât do anything. SheâLook,â he said, âthis is none of your business.â
âIt became my business when you let yourself get distracted and drove off the road.â
âI told youââ
âI know. It wasnât your fault. A mystery woman drove you off the road. That woman wouldnât have been the one you broke up with in Houston, would it? You let yourself get distracted by thoughts of her andââ
âI wasnât thinking of Grayson Choate. She never crosses my mind. Iâm over her,â Drew insisted. âYour job is to drive, not to interrogate me.â
âWell, actuallyâ¦â Sarah hesitated, then said, âIâm a detective with the sheriffâs office. I only showed up to hook this wreck becauseâ¦Iâm helping someone out.â
From the corner of her eye, she saw Drew slowly run his eyes down her body. She shivered, as though heâd touched her with his hands.
âWell, well, well,â he said. âSo youâre the law in Teton County.â
âOne of many deputy sheriffs.â
He turned to face her and said, âAre you going to write me a ticket?â
âFor what? Being in the wrong