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patients at Kennington. Including – wait for it – the male dangerous sex offender posse.’
    ‘What the—?’
    ‘Yes,’ said Janine. ‘Several male patients had to be removed from the audience for … well, you can guess.’
    ‘That is vile.’
    ‘So, anyway, the kids leave after the performance, they get back on the school bus and when they arrive back at the school, one little girl is missing. Nine years old. Gina Orsak. Her body was never found.’
    ‘That is heartbreaking,’ said Ren. ‘Any leads?’
    ‘No, nothing,’ said Janine. She paused. ‘So, is Misty with you?’ Misty was Ren’s black and white border collie cadaver dog.
    ‘Aw, you always look out for my girl,’ said Ren. ‘And no, she is not with me – I had to run straight from hot agent’s place. But could you go to my house in the morning and pick her up for me? Hot agent is on his way there now, bless his heart, but can you relieve him – please? It’s just … you know Misty so well. He could be clueless.’
    ‘Well, he can’t be amazing at
everything
,’ said Janine.
    Ren laughed, but as soon as the call was over, the laughter died, and the Jeep was quiet. Golden was behind her and she was heading for Breckenridge, a route she knew so well – every beautiful straight and turn. Ren knew that it would lead her to a place she loved, but one that trailed poignant memories like smoke. The previous year, she had investigated the murder of a fellow FBI Agent. Jean Transom’s body had been found not far from Breckenridge. The case had brought Ren together with terrible scenes, with death and secrets and unprofessional risks. But it had also brought her together with Janine Hooks and with Bob Gage, and with Salem Swade, a wonderful, damaged Vietnam Vet – Misty’s first owner. It had also brought her together with Billy Waites. And it had brought her closer to being fired than she had ever been before.

8
    The Summit County Sheriff’s Office was off Highway 9 on the edge of Breckenridge – a single-story, pale brick building that the Sheriff was kind enough to share with the county jail and courthouse.
    Ren walked across the parking lot through thick flakes of falling snow that were being swept around her in the wind. She stopped inside the door and popped some Wintergreen gum in her mouth. She sprayed some perfume, and brought a citrus cloud through security.
    Goodbye eau de tramp.
    Sheriff Bob Gage was leaning against the reception desk with a mug of coffee in his hand. He was six foot tall with neat side-parted fair hair, a warm face, and a belly larger than he would have liked. His arms were muscular, not from gym time, but from hauling and hammering and chopping things.
    ‘You give the best hugs,’ said Ren. She could smell sporty shower gel and detergent. He had a good old-fashioned wife who laid his clothes out on the bed for him in the morning.
    ‘You’re not so bad yourself for a skinny gal,’ said Bob.
    ‘I’m far from skinny,’ said Ren. She started to pull off her coat.
    ‘Are you kidding me?’ said Bob. ‘I’m surprised you made it across the parking lot without the wind cracking your head off a wall.’
    ‘Getting up after your phone call made me feel like I had cracked my head off a wall.’
    ‘So, not from being over-served at a bar last night …’ said Bob.
    ‘Absolutely not,’ said Ren. She smiled.
    Bob took her coat and hung it up for her.
    Ren felt a hand on her lower back. ‘Hey, Ren, welcome back.’ She turned to see Undersheriff Mike Delaney, his big smile, and his blond hat hair.
    ‘Hey, there,’ said Ren, hugging him lightly. ‘You always look fresh from the slopes.’
    ‘That’s because he usually is,’ said Bob.
    ‘Not now, I’m not,’ said Mike. ‘It’s crazy over there at the hotel. And bad news is ten thousand people have hit town this weekend for the snowboarding championships.’
    ‘So, fill me in …’ said Ren.
    ‘The missing girls are Laurie Whaley, eleven years