He normally loved the peace and quiet of driving. Today the lack of conversation depressed him. He blew out a huge puff of air. They’d had their first argument. But damn it, Dena was so stubborn. While he had to respect her need for closure in her friend’s murder, he wished she’d not do dumb things like ride around his property without a co-rider. Or worse, confront Cyril. Who the hell knew what she’d actually said to him. He had his own thoughts about his egotistical neighbor. And those he wanted to investigate thoroughly. He looked to the left of the freeway at Mt. San Jacinto. There was a little cap of white from last week’s storm, and dark gray clouds hovered. He hadn’t been up in the cable car for years. Two miles to the top and families could escape the desert heat, hike, eat in the restaurant. Now there’d be sledding and cross-country skiing. Soft snow fell. It dusted down to the middle of the mountain, yet the sun was out on the desert floor. He watched for a moment, keeping one eye on the traffic.
