“That’s the thing.” Owen fixes me with a look, and my body tenses.
“It was the straight stretch of road at the base of the mountain where the valley opens up and before you get to Hope.”
I know the stretch of road well. Straight as an arrow.
“What happened? Were the conditions bad?”
Owen shakes his head. “A clear fine day.”
We stare at each other, both thinking the same thing. Who has an accident on a straight stretch of road on a fine day?
“Something feels wrong, Aiden. The buyers hanging around and an accident that shouldn’t have happened.”
“You think it might be foul play?”
Owen huffs out a breath and looks up at the mountain. It’s a pretty big claim in a small town.
“I’m not sure. But I intend to find out.”
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