Chapter 27

“I think this lunch is over,” Cooper said.

“Not just yet. I have a few more questions.”

“Who we did or didn’t have staying at the ranch is no concern of yours,” Weber growled.

I almost expected everyone to take out a revolver and place it in front of them on the table.

“Maybe not, but Ms. Snow is. Mr. Dalton said you visited her in the ICU at the hospital until her husband refused to allow anyone other than himself into the unit.”

“Yes.” Mopp picked up the conversation. “It wasn’t until after Mr. Jack’s funeral that we found out about Ms. Snow being injured that same Friday and by the men who’d shot Mr. Jack and me.”

“It gave us a feeling of… of closure, I guess, to go up there and sit with her for a little while,” Becca Jackson said. “She was so alone, and we…” Her words trailed off.

I had the feeling she’d been Daddy’s little girl and his loss had hit her very hard.

Weber slid an arm around her, and she rested her head on his shoulder.