Well, that and conducting my lodge-hostess duties. I couldn’t escape those, no matter what else was going on. The lodge is my real job. I never forget that. So I skated between responsibilities all day. Show guests the budding wildflowers. Grill Diaz on what he knew. Give shooting lessons at the range. Call Evelyn for background on Diaz. Take a group white-water rafting. Research the background on Quinn’s case. Yes, maybe calling Evelyn wasn’t absolutely necessary. Maybe I’d mostly been checking in to see if she’d heard from Jack. She’s a retired hitman and his former mentor. If I claimed Jack is the closest thing she had to a son, she’d treat me to a diatribe about the uselessness of children while getting in a few digs at Jack on the way. But theirs is the longest and closest relationship either of them has ever had. That didn’t mean he would call to chat, not unless he needed her help. He hadn’t. Diaz knew the basics of the case Quinn had been working on the side. As I researched, I could see why Quinn had jumped at it.
