They’d found her.
Peyton Turner sat in the expensive rehab looking small in a too-large sweater. Overlooking the Colorado mountains, the woman staring at them seemed immune to the beauty of them. “Ms. Turner?”
Not looking at them, Peyton asked raspy, “What?” Agent Taylor and Agent Reed exchanged looks and then sat across from her. Outside on the back deck with twenty or so more comfortable lawn chairs, Peyton had a blanket on her lap.
A cup of hot chocolate beside her and a pack of smokes. She grabbed one as soon as Agent Taylor started, “Well we’re currently in a middle of an investigation and you’ve sprung as a possible lead.” Peyton looked at him in disbelief, “You’re a cop? Damn baby, I was thinking you were another loan shark’s body man.”
Chuckling, Agent Taylor held up hi
