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morning. I feel sure they have a record of my being in their
establishment. It was called The Bullet Trap. When I left, I put
the gun in the console of my car. I planned on cleaning it that
night."
    He nods, smiles and says, "All right, I think
I have everything I need for now. Sit tight and I will try to get
bond set so we can get you out of here. And Jana, have a little
faith, it's going to all work out. You'll see."
    "Thank you Jacob. I really appreciate your
help." I return his smile.
    The sheriff escorts me back to my jail cell
and says as he locks the door, "He's good, you know. If anybody can
get you out of this, Jacob can."
    When the sheriff leaves me in the cell I pray
what the sheriff said is true.
    Jacob leaves the jail and goes to the
prosecutor's office where he gets copies of all the evidence they
have gathered so far in the case. It appears the guy was shot with
a 9MM Glock that was registered to Jana Bowen out of Texas. Her
fingerprints were on the gun as he expected. No other prints were
identified but smudges like someone might have handled the gun with
gloves were found. She also tested positive for gun powder residue
on her hands as she had said. No eye witnesses to the shooting were
found. A few people inside the restaurant heard the shot but no one
saw anything. He did find reports from customers at the restaurant
that told of Jana's argument with the scraggly man inside the
restaurant but no one seems to have witnessed their encounter
outside.
    He then heads to the Clerk's office where he
posts Jana's bond and gets the necessary papers to have her
released into his custody. He had to speak personally to the judge
and get permission for Jana to leave the state with him.
    Jacob returns to the jail around five with
the appropriate paperwork to get me released. A photographer takes
pictures from every angle of the bruises on my face and arms. The
Sheriff furnishes me a shapeless jumpsuit to wear ... at least it
is not orange! Then Jacob and I leave the jail together. As soon as
we get in Jacob's rental car, he removes his suit coat and the tie
from around his neck. He breathes a sigh of relief and smiles at
me. He rolls back his shirt sleeves revealing his tanned, muscular
forearms. He says,
    "Whew! I can't believe I use to wear those
things every day. It is sheer torture."
    We head to the restaurant where the shooting
took place. He examines where the body had been lying comparing
every detail to the police report. It all happened toward the back
of the parking lot where no one inside would have a view from the
restaurant windows. He asks me where my SUV had been parked that
night. I indicate a spot closer to the building but still out of
the view of the windows and a good distance from where Frank
Gibbons was shot. After he is satisfied with what he has seen, we
head for the airport in Butte Montana.

CHAPTER 4
    During the short drive to the airport in
Butte, Montana, Jacob continues to ask me questions about the case
after he explains,
    "Jana, the judge released you on bail after I
promised to be personally responsible for making sure you return to
Dillon for trial. Without that promise, the judge would not have
granted bail and would not have released you because you don't have
a residence in the area. That is also why I am taking you back to
Wyoming with me."
    "I really appreciate it Jacob. I know you
didn't have to do that, so thank you. I promise I won't let you
down. I understand how serious this whole situation is and that you
put your reputation on the line for me."
    A light blush rolls up Jacob's neck, "I do
have a couple of more questions. Tell me about the twenty thousand
dollars that is listed on your list of possessions."
    "Well, that is the equity I received from the
sale of my house in Texas. I plan to use it to make a new
start."
    "Where are you planning on settling
down?"
    "I don't know. I plan to keep visiting
different places until I find a town that feels right. I know that
probably