One might say that CJ Washburn is obsessed with Stella Summers. After all, common sense all but takes flight when she goes missing for a time. How could he not think to check his email or voice mail or not find the note she had left in his apartment? He runs to the scene of a body dump in fear that it is her, possibly the third victim in what appears to be turning into a serial killing rampage. "And this guy calls himself a private investigator?" A private investigator he is, and a good one at that.
"An average mystery"
Jo'Baer has his team and his weapon. He had the maps and instructions for the target until he lost them. And everything was going so well. So much for keeping a low profile in this little Montana hick-town. Now he must kill to get the documents back. And he's running out of time. For some strange reason Maureen entrusts an envelope to her best friend, Natasha.
It's a day like any other, except for the money, and the hot roast beef with mustard, chocolate shake, and hot apple pie at Charlie's. Naomi Wilcox's life is in limbo before that Saturday when she finds herself driving too fast on a two lane blacktop in Nevada, a bag stuffed with bundles of hundred-dollar bills next to her, and a new life ahead. And then there appears a truck, a bull, and a slow-talking cowboy.