if they’re chipped. It will only take a moment. But we’ll have to go inside.”
The chief asked Ryder, “Did you find the scene of the crime?”
“Yes, sir,” Ryder replied. “The trail of blood leads to the clinic.”
“That’s where Veronica would have done the chipping,” Gina interjected, sick at the thought of Veronica facing down Tim alone.
“Any sign of a struggle?” Sophie nuzzled Lucy. The pup squirmed in her arms, clearly wanting to be set free again.
Ryder shook his head. “Not in the clinic. My guess is she knew the killer. Otherwise, Veronica would have fought. She’s— She was a fighter.”
Gina’s heart thumped. “She didn’t know Tim.”
No one in Desert Valley even knew she had a brother.
She’d been careful to keep her past buried. She hadn’t wanted the attention. She’d tried to keep a low profile. With her brother on the loose, having escaped police custody and out for vengeance after she’d turned him in for killing their father, she’d hoped and prayed he’d never find her. But he had. How? What had led him to Desert Valley?
“But if he came in asking for you and she didn’t think he was a threat...” Shane said, rejoining them and pulling her from her thoughts.
Gina frowned, hating that he was right. Tim could be charming when he wanted to be. He could have surprised Veronica, not given her time to defend herself. Gina’s insides twisted. How had Tim found her? How many more lives would Tim ruin before he was stopped? Cold sweat broke out on her neck.
Ryder eyed Gina’s fellow trainer and friend Sophie with a speculative gleam in his blue eyes. “Where were you tonight?”
Sophie’s gaze hardened. “Home. Alone. As I said, I heard over the police radio that something was going on here.”
“Which means the press will have heard, as well,” the chief interjected. “No doubt a reporter from the Canyon County Gazette is on the way. Let’s secure this crime scene pronto.” He looked to the coroner. “Randolph, what do you think?”
“My preliminary examination supports that the scene of the crime was elsewhere. Rigor hasn’t set in yet, so estimated time of death is within the past hour. There are two visible wounds in the chest, consistent in size and shape to what one would expect to see from a bullet. No exit wounds. Once the...”
He faltered as he straightened. In such a small town as Desert Valley, it was conceivable that Randolph had known Veronica. Since Desert Valley didn’t have a crime lab, everything including the victim’s body would be transported to Flagstaff and processed there. Gina considered that a blessing for the visibly shaken coroner.
Randolph removed his gloves and tossed them into a plastic bag before plucking his thick glasses from his nose. His dark eyes were sad. “Once the autopsy is performed you’ll be provided a conclusive cause of death.”
Ryder gestured to the dark trail of blood. “What I can’t determine is if Veronica was dragged out here or if she crawled out on her own steam before she died. Even with the lamps it’s too dark to see impressions in the dirt. In the morning we’ll have a better idea of what happened.”
“She might’ve been trying to find help,” Gina said. “Though why wouldn’t she use the phone? Either the center’s landline or her cell?”
“Good questions,” the chief said. “Ryder, I want you to take the lead in this investigation.”
Clearly surprised, Ryder nodded. “Yes, sir. I’ll do everything possible to find Veronica’s murderer.”
“What’s the story with your brother, anyway?” Shane asked Gina, drawing everyone’s attention. “Why was he in police custody?”
Gina bit her lip, loathing to air her sordid family history in public. She’d purposely kept her personal information vague when asked, but with everyone staring at her, waiting for an explanation, she had no choice but to explain.
“He suffers from schizoaffective disorder. Our father enrolled him in an experimental program two years ago, but Tim didn’t want to go. He was in one of his manic phases and had a psychotic break. He killed—” Her voice wavered. “He killed our father with Dad’s own service weapon. The police arrested him, but he escaped custody and fled. He blames me for calling the police and turning him in. Now he’s here and has made it very clear he wants to kill me, too.”
“That’s rough,” Ryder said. The puppy in his arms licked his face.
Earl put his hand on her shoulder. “We won’t let anything happen to you.”
Shane’s gaze was skeptical. He didn’t believe her. And that hurt.
Sophie snuggled Lucy closer. “If Tim has Marco, do you think he’d hurt him?”
Gina put a hand over the pain exploding in her heart. “I hope not.” She gave a helpless shrug. “He has killed before, so I’m not certain of anything when it comes to Tim.”
“James is headed to your house,” Shane said. “As soon as he gives the all clear, we’ll head over so you can change.”
Gina looked at Sophie and admitted softly to her friend, “I’m afraid to go home.”
“Weston will accompany you.” The chief squeezed her shoulder.
Her stomach somersaulted. For the past twelve weeks she and Shane had danced around each other and the attraction that, at times, was so strong between them she grew light-headed. Like she was now as she stared into his emerald gaze.
But apparently the attraction had been one-sided.
Just as well. She had homicidal tendencies floating in her genetic soup. A fact she couldn’t deny, nor would she burden anyone else with it.
Besides, Shane was leaving town as soon as he was given his assignment. She’d be a fool to ever let herself become attached to him.
“You’ll be safe with Harrison and Weston.” The chief’s voice was reassuring and confident, yet did nothing to assure her.
Would she be safe with them? Would they be safe with her? Or would they become two more victims of Tim’s rage?
She didn’t want to go anywhere with Shane if he thought she could be a murderer.
A taunting thought screamed through her. You share the same DNA as Tim. Why wouldn’t he wonder if you’re capable of murder, too?
Giving herself a mental shake, Gina tore her gaze away from Shane and focused on Sophie. She liked the other trainer; they got along well. Veronica had intimated that Sophie had somehow failed as a cop, but Gina had been careful not to ask many questions about what had brought Sophie to Desert Valley. Not that Gina wasn’t curious, but she’d figured she’d better not probe if she didn’t want anyone probing into her past. “Can you take me?”
Sophie winced.
