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From his vantage point, he observed the vehicles parked in the Slater drive. Would they find the letter? It didn’t matter. Nothing would stop his next move.
Movement in the backyard had him grabbing the binoculars and zooming in on the figures. Jenna Hart and the guy he’d seen at the accident scene yesterday. Today he was more casual in a short-sleeve polo shirt and khakis instead of the white dress shirt and dark slacks.
He focused on Hart. Just his luck that the deputy had found Paul Nelson’s body last night. Or maybe it wasn’t so bad—might make Harrison Carter sweat a little.
Yeah, he liked that idea. What he didn’t like was Jenna Hart being the lead detective—he’d heard someone say that in town this morning. He frowned. The girl was like a bulldog when it came to something she wanted. And she would want to solve this crime.
He lowered the binoculars. If she got too close, he’d just have to take her out, just like Slater and Nelson ... and eventually Carter.