Chapter 10

“Call me Teague, please. It’s…friendlier?” Donovan said before admitting, “I haven’t figured that out yet.”

“I gathered as much. So why don’t you think about it and if you come up with a plan that doesn’t involve breaking the law, let me in on it. I want him stopped, too. I don’t like killers in my town.” Newman grimaced. “Okay, that didn’t come out quite right. I don’t like them, period. Of course when it comes right down to it, he—be it the original man, his apprentice if he has one, or a copycat—could be halfway across the country by now.”

“True, but he could also be at a local motel, or even be a new resident in town living in an apartment or renting a house. I saw a few signs for homes to rent.”

“Yeah, it happens this time of year. Older locals, retirees, who don’t look forward to the snow and the influx of skiers, head to warmer climes and make money by renting their homes to the people who come here to work at the nearby ski resorts.”