She pulled away from him. “Whatever Grooms found—whether it’s real or fake—is the key to this whole mystery. I’m pretty sure it’s still up there hidden around Solitary Lake, and I’m going to find it.”
Colcord frowned. “Cash, please, I’m really worried—”
“If you won’t come with me, I’ll go alone.”
Colcord frowned, shaking his head. Losing Reno had really hit her hard. “Aliens aren’t real. There’s nothing at the cabin. Grooms imagined it—like the rest of his fantasies. This UFO idea is ridiculous. For God’s sake, you need to get home and sleep.”
“Okay, okay, I know the alien stuff sounds ridiculous. I hardly believe it myself. But these killings are real, and the only motive tying them together involves rumors of an alien artifact and a saint’s DNA. Whatever it is, I’m going up there tomorrow and find it,” Cash repeated,that characteristic stubborn look on her face. “Come with me. Even if you think I’m full of shit. Please.”
“Holmes’ll find out, and you’ll be fired. I ain’t helping you pound the last nail into the coffin of your career, Cash. Drop it, please. Just let it go.”
Cash scoffed. “No. I won’t. Thanks for nothing.”
She gave him one last fuming glare before storming off toward the parking lot. Colcord watched her go, sick with worry and concern over her mental state. Her career was about to crash and burn, and Colcord hoped to God she would see sense before it was too late.
