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guys out there with roving eyes. Lisa was well aware of her responsibility to keep Patty safe. “I’d rather you come with me.”
    Patty groaned.
    Lisa chuckled. “It won’t be that bad. Besides, you’ll get to meet a couple of real cowboys.”
    “Okay. Okay. You don’t have to get cranky.”
    Lisa bent and kissed the top of Patty’s dark hair. It was unbelievably hard to get a teen to do what you wanted and still keep the peace.
    “Hey, Cowgirl.” Mike smiled when he saw her. “Like always, you’re looking good.”
    Owen gave her a hug.
    “Hi, guys. I want you to meet my good friend, Patty Wells. Patty this is Mike, he’s a bull rider and Owen, who has retired the circuit. Now he keeps a lookout for trouble during the performance.”
    Patty juggled her food so she could shake hands. “Do you really ride bulls?”
    Mike laughed. “’Fraid so.”
    “Does it hurt?”
    “Sometimes.”
    For the moment, food was forgotten as Patty peppered the men with questions. Her inquisitive mind always amazed Lisa. Given half a chance, the girl could do anything she set her mind to.
    When she wound down, Owen turned to Lisa. “This place is a bee-hive of cops and forensics. Have you heard anything?”
    Lisa shook her head. “That’s what I was going to ask you guys.”
    “The show goes on. At least that hasn’t changed.”
    “What has?”
    Owen’s smile vanished. “There are a lot of questions being asked around about you.”
    “Me?”
    “Yeah! And I don’t like it,” Mike added. “I almost punched a nosy detective yesterday.”
    “What kind of questions?” After everything she’d told the cops earlier about Harold’s nervousness the night of the accident—about how AAF had been hired to check on him, she’d expected HPD to bring him in for questioning, not ask questions about her.
    Mike’s dark eyes turned toward her. She saw the worry in them. “It’ll be okay. They’re just doing their job.”
    Owen shook his head. “Not too sure about that since the questions are more about you than anyone else. Seems to me they should widen their net.”
    Understatement, Lisa thought. But she supposed all the regulars were being looked at. “What about Harold? Has he been around?”
    “Sure. But he’s keeping a low profile.”
    The crowd was growing. “We have to get to our seats. But if you hear anything you have my number.”
    “Will do.”
    The night’s performers were the latest boy band to top the teen charts. The place was filled with young adults, teens, and their parents.
    “Told you it wouldn’t be long.” Lisa smiled at Patty.
    “This is so cool.” Patty’s eyes gleamed with anticipation, her earlier surliness long forgotten. Like a kid, she twisted in her seat, trying to see everything at once.
    Lisa laughed as Patty chattered beside her. It was good to watch the young girl enjoy the show. But Tempest’s death lurked in the background. Lisa didn’t even know if Max and TJ would continue to investigate Harold and the missing trust money. She sighed. Not that she could blame them. AAF didn’t investigate murders. Of course HPD hadn’t called it murder. Yet. But Tempest was too young and healthy for her death to be anything else, unless it was something like an aneurism. The autopsy would answer a lot of questions.
    The first horse and riders entered the arena to thunderous applause. The Grand Entry was underway.
    Patty’s camera was out and ready.
    Lisa, however, wasn’t enjoying the spectacle as she normally did. Her thoughts kept going back to Tempest. Grief was a terrible thing. It had taken a very long year after her parents died to even mention their names without crying. Just thinking of Tempest, at how beautiful she was, how bright and cheerful, brought tears to Lisa’s eyes.
    What if the authorities ruled her death an accident? What if Harold got off scot-free? The idea of Harold being free to pursue other women with his wife’s money was maddening.
    Alternating her attention