A murder in a small Colorado town closely resembles unsolved crimes committed by a serial killer almost thirty years ago. Private investigator Teague Donovan learns of the recent murder and is instantly drawn to the case, because one of the victims in the past was his best friend, and he is determined to bring the killer to justice.<br><br>Hoyt Newman, the detective in charge of the most recent case, is none too happy with Teague's interfering. At least not until a second homeless boy is tortured and killed. As the two men work together, they begin to develop an interest in each other -- one that seems fated not to come to fruition since Teague is city, through and through, and Hoyt is definitely country to the core.

The City PI and the Country Cop

She must have seen how Teague felt from his expression, because she said, “He did well for his first time. It’s never easy but it will get better. Your man’s a fighter.”


Teague was thrown by her ‘your man’ comment. “We’re not…We’re just friends.”


“Without benefits,” Hoyt added sharply. “Just friends.”


She looked between them and nodded. “If you say so. Hoyt, I expect to see you the same time tomorrow and you are to do the exercises I gave you. Also take your arm out of the sling for half an hour a couple of times today. Straighten your arm, move your wrist and hand. While you’re using the sling, move your fingers, hand, and wrist the way I showed you so they don’t lock up. You are not to take off the shoulder immobilizer until I tell you that you can.”


She chuckled. “Water won’t hurt it, but it won’t do the dressing on your wound any good, which I’m sure your doctor already told you. So you’re stuck with baths only until he says otherwise.”


Chapter 42