“It was mine,” Carl put in before Garry or Wylie could answer. “I know the area so I figured why not. They were willing to keep me company.”
Kingman looked as if he didn’t believe him, but he didn’t argue, only reiterating that they were to “Keep their noses out of police business.” He pointed to the top of the ravine, telling them it was time for them to leave. “I’ll be in touch with you if I have further questions.”
Because they had parked on the opposite side of the ravine, they made their way down to the river instead, crossed a small bridge a few yards away, and found a narrow path leading to top. “If we’d know about this,” Wylie said, more than happy not to have to go up the way they had come down, earlier.
“If wishes were horses…” Garry said.
“The damned horse would have broken a leg,” Carl replied with a laugh before sobering. “Now what?”
“I need to go to the restaurant to let my people know we found Nelly,” Garry said. “Not something I’m looking forward to.”