Page 41 of Rangers Unexpected Return
He understood.
“Keep me updated,” Mills said.
“I will.”
I ended the call.
Carson set down his coffee.
“What was that?”
“Our captain says he has never heard of Camp Eagle River.”
“Should he have?”
“The Mills family owned it.”
Sheriff Tate’s expression sharpened.
“Your captain’s name is Mills?”
“Yes.”
“First name?”
“Robert.”
Tate leaned back against his desk.
“Robert Mills grew up here.”
My stomach tightened.
Robert Mills had been standing beside me at seven murder scenes.
If he had lied about Camp Eagle River...
What else had he lied about?
I closed my notebook.
“You’re sure?”
“I arrested him and his brother for stealing beer from the camp kitchen when they were teenagers.”
Carson looked at me.
“Maybe he forgot.”
“People forget a lot of things,” I said.
They forgot names.
They forgot faces.
They forgot dead women.
But homicide detectives remembered pauses.
