Chapter 158

Why are they bringing a kid into handle this? She'll have nightmares for weeks.

That was the first thing Ben Crater thought when Rance Danvers introduced him to Randi Turner, the sketch artist who'd come down from Kalispell. In jeans, a University of Montana sweatshirt and a ponytail, she looked about eighteen years old. When the sheriff told them she was almost thirty, Ben had a hard time believing it.

She caught him staring at her and grinned.

"I get that look a lot." Her words had an impish tone.

Ben blinked and heat crept up his cheeks. "Sorry. It's just, you don't look..." His words trailed off.

"Old enough?" She laughed. "My whole family's like that. Good genes." Then her face sobered. "No problem. Whatever you need, I can put it together for you." She turned to the sheriff. "Where do you want me to work? The conference room?"

"I'd say that's the best place," Danvers answered. "Out of the line of traffic."