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unleashed his rage, it might show up in the autopsy report.
    * * *
    A VERY ’ S PALMS BEGAN to sweat at the idea of dredging up the details of the past. Already she felt drained from the day’s visit with Hank and now this Texas Ranger.
    And if she helped Hank—and she had to help him—this was only the beginning. Everyone in the town—hell, everyone in the state—would know her sordid story.
    Taking a deep breath to fortify her resolve, she lifted her chin. “Please. It’s time for me to face the past. Maybe seeing Joleen Mulligan and the social worker will jog my memory of that night.”
    “That’s possible.” Sergeant Ward’s dark eyes met hers. “But are you ready for that?”
    No. She wanted to run as fast as she could and as far away as possible. But Hank’s troubled voice claiming he was innocent, that he’d taken the rap to save her from arrest, echoed in her ears. There was no way she could allow him to be put to death when he’d confessed to protect her.
    “Yes. I have to do this, Sergeant.”
    “All right. Give me your number, and I’ll call you when I locate them.”
    Avery recited her cell number, and he entered it into his phone.
    The dark, handsome Ranger tilted his head to the side. “One thing, Avery—I will look into Hank’s story, but I can’t promise anything. It’s almost impossible to get a murder conviction overturned this late in the game.”
    “It’s not a game,” Avery said, her senses prickling. “This is my brother’s life.”
    A heartbeat of silence stretched between them. “I know that. But I don’t want you to get your hopes up.” He pierced her with a dark look. “And if I find out either of you is lying and using me, I won’t hesitate to tell the judge that, either.”
    Her heart hammered against her breastbone. “Hank and I aren’t lying,” she said. “Hank didn’t kill Wade Mulligan. That means that the real killer has been walking around free for twenty years thinking he got away with it. And I can’t live with that.”
    A muscle twitched in his strong jaw. “You may have to. Sometimes the justice system fails.”
    Yes, it had done so twenty years ago.
    But she’d do everything within her power to change that now.
    * * *
    J AXON ’ S PHONE BUZZED as soon as he left the prison. His director.
    Still contemplating what to tell him, Jaxon let the phone roll to voice mail.
    Wind whistled across his skin as he climbed into his SUV and pulled from the parking spot. He’d worked in law enforcement for ten years, yet the razor wire and armed guards made sweat bead on his skin. He liked the law, thought the system worked for the most part.
    But occasionally a case went wrong. An innocent victim fell through the cracks.
    Hank Tierney had been locked up since he was a teenager. Should he have been free all this time?
    Had his life been stolen from him by someone who’d murdered his foster father, then walked around free for twenty years while he lived in hell?

Chapter Five
    On the way to Cherokee Crossing, Jaxon stopped for lunch at a barbecue joint, wolfed down a sandwich, then looked up the number for the attorney interested in Tierney’s case. The receptionist patched him through immediately.
    “Sergeant Ward, I talked to Avery Tierney earlier. She said you were investigating the murder conviction.”
    “I am,” Jaxon admitted. “Did you find anything that might exonerate Hank?”
    “Nothing specific,” Ms. Ellis replied. “I just had a feeling when I read the story that there was more to it. Foster-care kids get bum deals. I wanted to know more.”
    “You may be right.”
    “Listen,” Ms. Ellis said, “if there’s anything I can do to help, let me know. If that man is innocent as his sister claims, he deserves justice.”
    He agreed with her on that. “Thank you. Call me if you learn anything that might be helpful.”
    He hung up, then used his tablet to access police databases and search for Joleen Mulligan. It didn’t take long to find