“Well, finish what you started. You’re going to open a pie shop when you retire. Why bring that up now?”
“I made two pies early this morning. If Gramps and Owen haven’t eaten them, we could have pie and coffee. That is, after you take me to my vehicle and if you don’t mind following me out to the ranch.”
“You had me at pie. Let’s do it. While I hate to ruin a perfectly good pie with a conversation about crime, we should use the time to talk through what we have so far, while we’re waiting on background information for Neva and her known associates.”
“The guy who killed her.” Terra touched Jack’s shoulder. “He’ll turn up. He won’t get away. Do you think he’s the guy we chased from Gramps’s?”
“Why would you think he’s the same guy who supposedly was only after your grandfather’s safe? The two incidents aren’t related. Barely in the same county.”
“You’re right. It’s just that when we were chasing him, I just had the feeling of déjà vu, that’s all. The incidents probably aren’t connected. I shouldn’t have said anything.” Because if they were...
A chill crawled over her, and she rubbed her arms.
“We got impressions of footprints at the ranch. I’ll make sure we get them in the woods behind Neva’s home, even though deputies and dogs have tromped all over the place. Right now, I wouldn’t worry about it.”
“You’re just saying that because you’re waiting to talk about it over pie.”
“So? You got a problem with that?”