CHAPTER NINE
The bottom of the mountain had revealed exactly what Mackenzie had been expecting: a whole lot of nothing. She and Timbrook spent less than five minutes looking over the area where Bryce Evans had fallen to his death. Without a body there to help spell out the story, the scene itself was essentially useless.
Still, it was unnerving to know that someone had fallen from such a height. Mackenzie looked up, craning her neck and imagining the fall. It sent little twirls of anxiousness through her stomach—not too dissimilar form the feeling of Kevin kicking her in the stomach before he’d been born.
“You seem discouraged,” Timbrook said on the way back to the station.
“No, not really,” Mackenzie said. “It’s always a little hard to play catch-up when all I have to work with is cle
