Chapter 24

Teague felt as if he’d barely dozed off when there was a light rapping on the motel room door, accompanied by his phone chiming. Blearily, he answered the call.

“I’m here. Let me in,” Hoyt said.

Teague did, after putting on a pair of jeans. He heard a rustling behind him and knew Keir was awake and probably doing the same thing.

Hoyt eyed the two men but said nothing other than to suggest they put on shirts as well. “As nice as it is to see bare, rather decent, chests,” he commented, “I’d prefer to concentrate on why I’m here.”

“Rather decent?” Keir muttered, grabbing his T-shirt from where he’d tossed it on the desk chair. “I’d say pretty spectacular.”

“Enough,” Teague growled, although he did smile. After also putting on a shirt, he turned his attention to Hoyt, asking, “What do you have for us?”

“An idea that my chief came up with. But first…” He filled them in on what he’d learned from the autopsy.

“Not much to go on,” Teague said when Hoyt was finished.