His stomach knotted when he saw Tawny-Lynn’s number on the screen. “Hello.” “Chaz, I hate to bother you—” “What’s wrong?” “Someone left a slaughtered deer on my front porch with another message.” Chaz silently released a string of expletives. “Don’t touch anything and don’t go inside.” “I haven’t. I’m sitting in the truck.” “Good. I’ll be there as soon as I can.” He jogged outside, jumped in his squad car, flipped on the siren and sped away from Sunset Mesa, his phone glued to his ear. “Did you see anyone when you pulled up?” “No,” Tawny-Lynn said. “Has Jimmy been there to redo the locks?” “Not yet. I’m expecting him any minute.” “Okay, just keep your eyes peeled.
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