Knox—no dog was breaking in or out of the new runs. The clinic patients could exercise to their hearts’ content. He’d kept his mind on Emma, and off anything to do with his family. And wasn’t that the reason he’d stayed out of the country so long? But today’s meeting couldn’t wait any longer. There was no ignoring the fact that their father was never coming back, his body had never been recovered. It felt weird as hell sitting in this huge room in a sumptuous office in Albuquerque. Santana and his siblings grouped around a long, oval, mahogany table that looked like it was shined daily. Wide windows revealed the bustling city below. Santana idly wondered why their father hadn’t used a less ostentatious firm to handle his estate. A local attorney in Star Canyon could have handled it, but then Santana realized that they hadn’t had a lawyer there in some years. Folks always wanted to move to the bigger cities with more lucrative clients.
