"Who?" she asked quickly, her heart pounding.

"Not a local."

"Thank goodness." In the three months that she'd been here, she had come to know a lot of the people in this small town. They all accepted her without question and treated her as if she'd been there for years.

"It's out on County Road Twelve and the sheriff's got a crew out, but according to reports, there should have been three people in the car. They've only got one body. They asked if we could give them a hand."

"They were probably thrown out," she said.

"Yeah. Well, they just found the accident about an hour ago. See if you can find Bobby and maybe Greg and meet me out there. Could have head injuries and they wandered off or something, who knows."

Thirty minutes later, they were on their way to the accident, south of Sierra City. The wrecked car was still there, some fifty feet down the side of the mountain, but the body had been removed. Roger came up to meet them, a grim look on his face.

"Very strange," he said. "Harold Jackson, twenty-two, was the only body found. From what they've found out so far, he and his brother, Jeffrey, age twenty, and a girl, Wendy, don't have her last name yet, left a party in Sacramento after midnight."

"Alcohol?" Bobby asked.

"Drugs for sure. They found cocaine in the car. Sheriff thinks the car was pushed off. There are dents in the back bumper that he doesn't think were made on the way down."

"Jesus," Greg said. "Some car rammed them?"

"That's what it looks like. If the other two survived, they might have headed into the woods, scared. Hell, I don't know."

"Let me look around, see if I can find anything, tracks, broken tree branches, anything that might indicate that they took off," Chris said.

"Okay. I don't want to start a major search here if it's not necessary. But the boys, their father is Harris Jackson."

"The senator?"

"That's the one."

Chris slid down the hill, grabbing onto tree limbs to keep from falling. The car was sitting on its nose, the engine shoved practically into the back seat. No way they could have survived the crash inside the car. They were either thrown out, or simply were not in the car when it went over the side. She remembered one accident similar to this, where the body was found nearly one hundred feet from the site, impaled on a tree branch.

She looked around the site, shaking her head. It was another fifty feet at least before it leveled off. If they were able to walk away, which she doubted, they would have had a hell of a time making it into the forest in the dark, even with a full moon, without sliding or falling off a rock the rest of the way down. She made her way down, past the car and looked for signs of rocks being dislodged or branches broken from someone pulling on them. She found nothing. She took her binoculars out and scanned the forest below, but still saw nothing to grab her attention.

She took her radio off her hip and called Roger.

"Nothing. I just don't see it, Roger. They weren't in the car."

"Ten-twelve," he said and she waited like he asked. "McKenna, come on back."

"Ten-four."

It took her nearly twenty minutes to climb back to the top and she was out of breath. She paused, hands on her hips as she breathed deeply. She scanned towards the forest, half expecting to see a body hanging from a tree.

"They found a body, a few miles back. Male."

"And the girl?"

"No. No sign of her," he said. "He'd been shot," Roger added.

Chris just stared at him. Murder? In Sierra City? This had to be a first. In this century, at least.

"Shot? Jesus," Bobby murmured.

"Yeah. My guess is drugs and they got mixed up with the wrong people this time. It's not our affair, thank goodness."

"What about the girl?" Chris asked.

"She'll probably turn up dead or else maybe she's the shooter." He turned to go then stopped. "Either way, it's going to be a big deal. Jackson is on his way out here now from Washington."

They went back to the station, silent on the ride back. She thanked Bobby and Greg for going with her, then went into her office.

Kay came in a short time later. "I've been listening on the police scanner," she said. "It's already all over the news in the city."

"Yeah, it's a big deal, for sure."

"You had a visitor this morning," Kay said. "A stranger."

"And?"

"There was a message." She handed her a white envelope with her name scrawled across the front. "I hope you don't mind, but she said you were friends. I gave her your cell phone number."

"Thanks." She waited until Kay left before opening it. It was an invitation to dinner at cabin number seven. She was surprised. When she had dropped Jessie off the day before, she was noncommittal as to when they might see each other again.


Chris got home late after spending the day directing the media and other interested parties away from town. By two o'clock, Sierra City was buzzing and it looked like the Fourth of July, with all the people milling about. The Rock House was doing a booming business and she couldn't even get close to Steve's gas station. They were to be on the national news at five o'clock and all the locals gathered at the Rock to watch. Chris stopped by, too, joining Roger for a beer after such an eventful day. He was curious why she wasn't staying for dinner, but he didn't press.

Her hair was still damp as she drove to Jessie's. She was fifteen minutes late and Jessie was on the back porch waiting.

"You came," she said. Their eyes held for a moment, then Jessie looked away.

"Did you think I wouldn't?"

Jessie only shrugged. "I hear you had a busy day."

"A nightmare." Chris took the beer that Jessie offered and leaned against the porch railing. "It was a regular circus in town today."

"One of the benefits of not having a TV, I guess. Ellen at the grocery store told me about it."

"Everyone was quite excited about being on television tonight, though."

"You?"

She shook her head. "No, but it'll die down in a day or two."

Chris studied Jessie as she sipped her beer. Jessie seemed a little reserved, guarded. Chris took a deep breath, knowing it was none of her business, but unable to let it go any longer. Annie was her friend. A friend she was scheduled to have dinner with Thursday night. And she was tired of playing games.

"Jessie, what are you really doing here?"

Jessie was surprised by the question and she looked away. Trust Chris to be direct. "I told you, my therapist says I've got issues here."

"Yes, you've said that. But what does that mean, exactly?"

"Exactly? What kind of question is that? I've got issues. If I knew what the hell they were, I'd do something about them."

Chris pushed off the railing and stood beside Jessie, thinking again that she should just mind her own business. But of course, she couldn't.

"I know Annie Stone," she said.

"You've heard of her?"

"No, I mean I know her. We're friends," Chris said.

Jessie's eyes widened. "Friends?"

"Roger Hamilton introduced me. You remember Roger?" she asked.

Jessie nodded, shocked. This, she was not expecting.

"Let's talk. Honestly, okay?"

"Honestly? McKenna, what's gotten into you? I invited you over for dinner and you want to have a heart-to-heart? This has nothing to do with you."

"Aren't you curious as to how I knew your name? Your books don't mention Jessie, just J. T."

Jessie shrugged. "It never occurred to me, really." And it hadn't.

"I was reading your book and Roger came over and saw it. He started telling me about you being from here and all. I was curious about you, I guess."

"Why?"

Chris met her eyes, but ignored her question. She wasn't ready to admit her infatuation over a picture. "Roger told me about Annie. I wanted to meet her."

"Why on earth?"

"I don't know why, I just did. And I like her very much," Chris admitted.

Jessie turned angry eyes to her. "How can you possibly like her? You know nothing about her."

"I probably know more about her than you do. I also probably know more about you than you remember yourself," Chris stated. She was getting into dangerous water, she knew, but the Annie that Jessie remembered was not the Annie that Chris knew.

"How dare you?" Jessie spat. "How dare you pry into my private life like that?" Then Jessie slapped Chris on the arm. "And how dare you let me pretend to be Jennifer Parker when you knew all along."

"What did you want me to do? I figured you had a reason."

"Look, I came back here because... because I don't know why, okay. It just seemed like the thing to do. I can't remember anything. All I feel is hatred and resentment for this woman who is my mother and I don't know why," she finished in a whisper.

"Jack had a lot of women, did you know that?"

"What? You believe what she told you? You didn't know him. He wasn't like that."

"Roger said the same thing."

"Jesus Christ! So you've been gossiping about my life?"

"It wasn't like that, Jessie."

Jessie gripped the railing and stared out, seeing nothing. She remembered that night, that night that Jack and Annie had been screaming at each other. Annie accused him and he denied it. She was the one who had a lover. She was the reason for... everything.

"Well, who could blame him? There was certainly no love waiting at home for him."

"How do you know that?"

"I lived there. I saw. She never spoke to him. She never did anything with us. She never went anywhere with us. She wouldn't even share a bedroom with him. She didn't love him. She didn't love me."