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It was at the Bump Inn that Sergeant Terry Hollander began the story of Rose Lake to Kelsey. Gwen was two weeks gone. “Abron, you weren’t on the force two years ago when the first double homicide occurred in our area.” Kelsey stared at Terry with a keen interest. “The victims were the Nelsons—a father and son that resided on a farm between Rose and Killarney Lakes in Idaho. The case was not in our jurisdiction but the CDA Sheriff’s Department asked for us to cooperate. Like Newman Lake, the Nelsons were, for lack of a better term, butchered. The father, Joe, was found hanging by his hands from the rafters—shot and cut many times all over his body. His throat was slit when the bastards were through with him. The son was found in the meadow behind the house, shot in the back. His throat had also been slit. To this day there have been no arrests. Until now it had become, not cold but warm for the CDA Sheriff’s. I think you can understand why our team has a lot more on its plate than just Newman Lake. Obviously, these double homicides could be related.”

The information was just sinking in when Christian’s phone rang. “Thank you,” he said then turned toward Kelsey. “Abron, I thought you might want to visit the crime scene at Rose Lake, so I requested permission from Lieutenant Bara over at CDA. That was him. We’re on for tomorrow morning at ten. There are some notes I wanted to go over at the lab before we meet. I’ll catch up with you at the crime scene.” Christian handed Abron a map with the address and location circled and notated.

Abron Kelsey had earned a degree in forensic sciences from the University of Washington before entering the police academy and joining the Spokane sheriff team. Prior to college, he had served a three-year enlistment in the Marine corps. The former USMC sergeant had proven his worth in the corps through a tour of duty during the war on terrorism in the Middle East. Now, employed as a deputy assigned to forensics, he was making use of his remaining education benefits by attending night classes. Someday, these classes could lead him down a new path—possibly a law degree from Gonzaga. Physically, Abron was an imposing presence in any room. Mentally, he was constantly honing his skills through education. What most male acquaintances missed at first, the ladies did not. They feasted on his sentiment, sensitivity, and muscles. His parents nested in Charleston, just south of Coos Bay, Oregon. Soon-to-be retired, they were looking forward to visiting the eastern side of Washington State and their only child.