Chapter 7Tuesday morning went as it was supposed to. I ate, fed Laird, and went back to work on my book. By noon I’d finished. I saved it on the computer and to my two cloud programs, then emailed it to my editor. She was on the ball because I received confirmation she’d gotten it five minutes later.
“Now, we eat and walk,” I told Laird. “I need to unwind.”
After eating lunch I took off with Laird right at my heels. We were almost to the stream when I heard someone honk a horn—and not the kind you use to celebrate the New Year. I turned to look and saw Sheriff Quinn standing by his car, shading his eyes as he peered in our direction. I waved and headed back to the house to meet him, wondering why he was here.
“I have a question,” he said as soon as I joined him. “The last time I was her
