Chapter 38

“So, you didn’t hear anything, Mr. Shaw?” The deputy—his name tag read Carter—looked a little skeptical. Beck supposed he couldn’t blame him.

“No. I was pretty drunk when I went to bed.” He wasn’t embarrassed to admit it. He was free to do what he liked in his own home. He was mad at himself, though. If he hadn’t been trying to drown Jordan out of his heart and head, he would have been able to stop the vandal before any real damage was done. “I didn’t hear anything until Cory woke me up.”

Deputy Carter nodded and turned his attention to Cory. “Mr. Richards, you drove up while the vandalism was taking place?”

“Yes. I pulled in, and the headlights on my truck lit up the guy cutting the trees. He took off, and by the time I got out and ran to the orchard, he was gone.”

“Did you get a look at him? Can you describe him?”