Falcon's Run by Aimee Thurlo

Author:Aimee Thurlo
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Publisher: Harlequin
Published: 2013-10-17T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter Fifteen

Preston loved police work. It was at the heart of everything he was and had ever wanted to be. Yet sometimes it was necessary to cut a few corners.

“Call Daniel,” he said to the cell phone resting beside him on the seat of his SUV.

“Hey, bro,” Daniel greeted over the speaker. “What’s going on?”

“I’d like you to get me everything you can on Ilse Sheridan, Stanley Cooper, Michelle Okerman and Monroe Jenkins, my boss’s son,” he said. Due to his government security contracts Daniel had high-level clearance and could get into databases that would take him a folder of paperwork to access. “I need you to keep it off the record, too.”

“Don’t I always?”

“One more thing. I want you to see what you can get me on a ward of the state, a child named Robert or Bobby Neskahi. I want to find out about his parents.”

“That’s a lot tougher. Most of those files are sealed by the Office of Children, Youth and Families or the courts. Are you stopping by later?”

“Yeah. I’m hoping together we can find some answers. Someone’s working real hard to close down Sitting Tall Ranch, and I need to find out how it all connects to the murder.”

“What are your instincts telling you, bro?”

“That there’s way more to this case than I’m seeing, and Sitting Tall Ranch is right in the middle of everything.”

* * *

PRESTON DROVE TO Stan Cooper’s office next. He’d wanted to talk to the accountant away from the ranch. In his own office, the man would be more relaxed and focused, something that would work to Preston’s advantage.

He found the place quickly and went inside. While Stan finished a conference call, his leggy blonde assistant offered him a cup of coffee. She was easy on the eyes and flashy but not his type. More like Rick’s or Kyle’s. Of course, any female was Kyle’s type. He smiled at the thought.

Several moments later, he was ushered into the small but well-appointed office. Several black-and-white charcoal sketches hung on the wall, all depicting southwest landscapes and animals. Old black-and-white panoramic photos of Navajo Dam dating back to the sixties were there, too.

“I like the photos,” Preston said.

“I spent a lot of my time up in that area as a kid,” Stan said, shaking Preston’s hand. “So what brings you here, Detective?” he asked, a worried frown on his face.

“I’m digging hard into the case. Since you play a big part at the ranch as accountant, advisor and volunteer, I thought you’d be able to answer a few questions for me.”

“That’ll depend on the questions,” he said. “I can’t give you current specifics of Abby’s financial situation, but the ranch is a nonprofit so some of those records are public.”

Preston took a seat and leaned back in the chair. It was soft leather and probably cost a small fortune, but it was definitely comfortable. “My primary interest is Carl Sinclair’s murder.”

“Terrible business,” Stan said, sitting behind his desk. “Is there a

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