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Hollander had never met the Nelsons or McCoys. His and Ron’s thoroughness in studying their backgrounds and case files would come in handy many times over the course of their investigation. The second attempt on Abron’s life left a body and little else. The dead assassin was dark-skinned, probably of Mexican descent. No tats, no scars, clean-shaven. Hollander wondered if the attempt was caused by something as simple as a dispute with a neighbor. More likely, somebody paid the perp to finish up what they started at Rose Lake. The investigation would take months. Terry muttered to himself, “I’d best pay attention.” Cynthia Berdot, Spokane’s assistant DA, had phoned the station the morning she was told of a head-to-head with the CDA sheriff’s office and Segeant Terry Hollander. “Ms. Berdot, this is Terry Hollander from the Spokane Sheriff’s Office returning your call.”

“Deputy Hollander, I’m in charge of the Nelson files that have to do with Washington.” Cynthia was to the point and abrupt. In her forties, she had no time for small talk. “I need a report on your meeting with the CDA people on my desk tomorrow morning. Can you handle that?”

What an asshole, Terry thought to himself. “I’ll have Captain Saunders fax it over after he reads it.”

“I said, it needs to be on my desk first thing.”

Hollander quickly decided his course of action. “Take it up with the captain. Anything else?” The phone clicked off in his ear. That was interesting, he thought to himself. Nelsons instead of the McCoy homicides? Seeking an opinion, Sergeant Hollander phoned the hospital. Abron Kelsey was the department’s underground railway to legal information.

“Shouldn’t she be talking to Shawn or Croop or the Idaho DA’s office?” Abron’s answer was sketchy, at best. “To my knowledge, there are no laws covering her asking for details. I think it’s odd to put you on the spot like that without the consent of either captain. I hope this helps, but I’ve read nothing to the contrary.”

“Thanks, Abron, get well.” Terry ended the call.

Kelsey’s mind was unstoppable. Now, new fodder had been presented with this information. Along with everything else the case consisted of, a theory was beginning to take shape. His patience and diligence were just what the captain needed from him at this stage of the game.