A Treasure to Die For (Books to Die For Book 3) by Richard Houston

Author:Richard Houston [Houston, Richard]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Books to Die For Press
Published: 2015-10-01T05:00:00+00:00

“You don’t like him much, do you, fella?” I asked, still holding his collar as Wilson drove away.

CHAPTER TEN

I wanted time to think after Wilson left, so I took Fred for a late walk around the lake. To be polite, I asked Bonnie to join us, hoping she would refuse. Hope is for the hopeless.

We were halfway through our walk when I made the impetuous decision to hike the Dedissee Trail to Three Sisters Park. The hike was over a mile long, and I began having second thoughts when Bonnie needed to catch her breath by taking a cigarette break.

“We can turn back, Bon, but we passed the halfway point, so you might be better off if I go back for my Jeep by myself after we get to the park.”

“You can’t drive a Jeep on this trail, silly. You’ll get arrested.”

“Now who’s being silly? I’ll take the highway to Buffalo Park Road. It’s a paved highway all the way.”

She seemed to consider it for a minute before crushing her cigarette in the dirt. “No, I’ll be fine. But I fail to see why you want to go there in the first place. Appleton’s truck and body are long gone by now.”

A mountain bike came whizzing by before I could answer. “Hey, watch it you creep!” Bonnie yelled after the reckless rider.

I’d forgotten how dangerous our hiking trails could be with all the spandex clad mountain bikers from Denver. Luckily, Fred had left the trail when we’d stopped to rest, or he might take off after the idiot.

Two cigarette breaks later, and a half dozen near collisions with jerks who had no regard for hikers, we made it to the parking lot where I found the oil leak I had hoped for. The problem was, I found several oil spots. Any one of them could have been left by the Datsun, but more likely, they were from any of a thousand vehicles that visited the park on a daily basis. Unless I knew exactly where Appleton’s truck had been parked, I might as well be looking for the shortest straw in a haystack. I was explaining this to Bonnie as we sat on a bench watching all the people go by.

Several of them gave her a nasty look when they walked past us. There must have been a no smoking sign at the entrance that we never saw. I think I had read something about the ban because of a high fire danger. Not that it would have made a difference with her, anyway.

“I don’t know what I thought, Bon. I had one of my epiphanies that made me sure the kids were somehow involved. Not in Appleton’s murder, but working with him to find the treasure.”

She stomped on her cigarette butt after another hiker gave her a dirty look. “We don’t know he was murdered, Jake. The news said it was a suicide. I wish you could accept that.”

Then I realized the hiker’s dirty look wasn’t intended for Bonnie.

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