Gale would appreciate that.
Maybe he could bounce some ideas off of her while he was at it.
Lake George was a small town. It’d be nice to use this setting and it could be a form of healing for him.
“You have to figure that out, but Ford and me, we need to find out who is doing this in our town. Not just for you but for everyone else.”
“I know,” he said. He wouldn’t take offense to those words. He wasn’t much to them prior to the past few weeks.
“It’s not an insult to you,” Clay said. “I can almost read your expression.”
Guess in his current condition he wasn’t able to conceal much.
“I get it. My life will go on when I’m gone. So will yours.”
“Don’t think that way,” Clay said. “What you do with your life is your decision. Everyone’s goes on, but you have the right to make the decision on how you want it. If it were me and someone were coming after me, I’d be strapping on all the arsenal I had.”
“I’m limited to your gun,” he said.
Clay’s eyes shifted. “I’ve got what you need. Just come over to the ranch later, but we’ll keep it between us.”
“Thanks,” he said. “Gale is going to want to be here tonight if we are meeting. I can’t keep it from her.”
“She’d make my life hell if we tried to,” Clay said. “You can let her know. If you need to leave or want to, just text me. You can take my truck or my mother’s SUV until you get everything set there.”
“That gives me something to do.” He didn’t know why he hadn’t thought of it. “I’ve got to call my insurance company.”
“Better you than me.”
Clay left at that and Rory texted Ford to see if he could get a contact at the State Police for a copy of his accident for his insurance.
An hour later, that headache was started at least and the one that was physically in his skull was lessening.
He pulled his phone out and spoke notes into it for his new series. Easier than looking at the screen and typing right now.
When it rang in his hand, he turned to look at the screen and saw his mother calling.
His nose wrinkled some while he debated answering it. He didn’t always answer her calls when they came through, but he’d feel guilty if he let this one go.
“Hi, Mom,” he said.
“Are you okay, Rory?”
“Yeah, why?”
“Rene came to me in a dream last night and hinted at checking in on you. I didn’t want to call too early in case you were sleeping. I know how you get sucked into late nights.”
His sister was going to get an earful the next time she made an appearance.
“I’m good,” he said. “I talked to the original detective on the case yesterday. It was more frustrating than informative.”
“I never liked Detective Denning. He always came across as a bumbling fool to me.”
“Maybe it was his personality. Don’t know. He said a lot of things that made little sense or wouldn’t hold up as any evidence. Nothing more than rambling from someone losing their memory.”
“Tell me what was said regardless. Maybe it will trigger something.”
“Or annoy you because it did me.”
