“What?” Fenn appeared behind Jim. His hair was damp, and he’d obviously changed clothes. A small towel was in one of his hands as he wiped his face dry. Hayden hadn’t moved from the couch, but he was already showered and changed.
Jim smoothed a thumb over the black plastic cordless phone.
“Holt said the accident on the mountain may not have been an accident. Can you drive into town tonight and meet with him? He wants to go over your statement again and make sure he hasn’t missed anything.”
Fenn nodded slowly, but his gaze switched to Hayden. The way his eyes narrowed and his lips thinned, she could almost hear his unspoken question.
“It could be him,” she said quietly, knowing Jim, Callie, and Fenn could hear her.
him“‘Him’?” Callie fidgeted in her chair.
“The man sent to kill Fenn.”
