“We rented a house up at North Reach Alcove from a lady named Delores Jerky.” Greg folded a map. “Why do you ask?”
“Because no one can find this woman,” Brock said.
A flicker of unease passed between the men.
Tommy’s eyebrows rose. “Missing? That’s not good. We didn’t leave with her. I’m married, man.”
Greg lifted a shoulder. “Ditto.”
Concern filtered across Mick’s expression. “I’m not married.” His tone stayed almost cheerful. “I asked Laura to come back with us, to be honest. She said no and told me her mind was still into Tyler.” He shrugged. “I thought that was odd that she said mind and not heart. The new generation, man. I can’t figure them out.”
Ace could totally agree, even though he was only in his late twenties. Maybe early thirties. Who knew for sure? There hadn’t been any records recovered when he and his brothers had been rescued after the avalanche and adopted by Hank.
Brock’s mouth flattened. “So Tyler didn’t approach you at all?”
Mick scratched at his jaw. “No. I think he got into some kind of scuffle earlier. The guy had a hell of a shiner.”
“With whom?” Brock asked.
“I don’t know.” Mick shook his head. “We played pool with Laura and talked about the Olympics. Hockey. That’s about it. We didn’t get into her love life beyond that Tyler mention.” He spread his hands. End of story.
Brock moved toward Amka, holding out the phone. “Do you recognize her?”
Amka nodded immediately, her expression tightening. “Yeah.” Her eyes flicked briefly toward Ace. “She was here last night. Along with Candy and that whole Montana group.”
“Did you see her leave?” Ophelia asked.
Amka bit her lip. “No. We were slammed with tourists well past midnight.”
Brock gestured subtly toward the Thompson brothers. “What about them?”
“I remember them,” Amka said. “They tipped well and left.”
Ophelia glanced at the men, who were obviously listening. “Did Laura leave with them?”
“Not that I noticed,” Amka said.
Ace leaned forward to stare at the photo still displayed on Candy’s phone. Oh, crap. Laura was the pretty blonde with bright blue eyes. Hard to miss. “Damn it.”
“You recognize her?” Brock asked.
Ace straightened. “Yeah.”
Ophelia’s attention snapped to him. “You do?”
Ace remembered back. “I got into that scuffle with Tyler about her. Two scuffles, actually.”
“Seriously?” Ophelia planted her hands on her hips.
“Yeah.”
Brock’s jaw flexed. “When did you leave the bar?”
Ace regretted messing with that jerk. “I took off a little before ten last night, after my second run-in with Tyler, although Laura had moved on to talking to the flannel trio by then.” That had been when he’d gone to see May.
Ophelia’s brows lifted. “Did Laura leave with you?”
“No,” Ace said.
