Marshal Scott had requested an urgent meeting at his office before the start of the day. Beau could only hope the lawman had good news. Cold, dark clouds drifted overhead, casting a gray, depressing light over the morning sky. The manicured lawn and geometric angles of the sidewalks did nothing to soften the imposing architecture of the three-story courthouse. Made from solid stone and marble, the building brought to mind stability. The obvious statement being that no matter how corrupt any one individual became, the courthouse itself would remain steadfast and true. Still locked inside his grief over Jane, Beau was too weighed down with sadness to notice the rest of his surroundings as he strode across the grounds. As he continued toward the front steps, his mind shifted to Jane’s daughter. Megan would have to be told about her mother. It would not be an easy conversation. Oh, Lord, You promise to be with us always, to the very end of the age. I pray you are with Megan today and always.
