GRANT SMITH
Grant Smith was divorced, a drug addict, and the only white member of a Mexican gang who specialized in car theft and drug trafficking. His brain was fried on meth and on this particular morning he was completely delusional. On this day, the first day of the rest of his life, and also the last, he had convinced himself he had a chance of getting back with Jan, his ex-wife. He understood he had screwed up and caused his beautiful sweet wife, to kick him out of their home. In a fit of rage he had beaten her and their son. He had decided with meth induced reasoning, ‘if I only had a chance to talk to her, she’ll come back to me. I’m making great money. If I don’t tell her where the money’s coming from, she’ll be okay.’
Some days Grant would sit and watch Jan’s house, waiting to get a glimpse of her, hoping she would see him and come over to talk, and everything would be like it used to be. However, it never happened. If she did see him, she would hurry back into the house.
Earlier that morning, he was watching Jan’s house when the teenage girl who lived next door and always babysat for Jan, went into the house. A few minutes later, a spotless, double seated, bright red,
‘I’ll rent a bike and follow them down the mountain. When they stop, I’ll take Jan and persuade her to come back to me. I’ll tell her I’ve got a new job making good money and I can now take care of her and our son. If the big guy gives me any problem, I’ve got my pistol in my back pocket,’ he thought with a smirk on his pock marked face.
The owner of the rental shop, Steve, almost laughed out loud when he saw Grant coming through the front door. “I want to rent a bike for the day.”
“Which one do you want,” said Steve? He thought ‘this guy is a joke; he’s wearing a t-shirt and thongs! I’ll bet he doesn’t have a helmet either. He’s probably never ridden a mountain bike in his entire life.’
“I’ll take that red one,” Grant stuttered, pointing at the most impressive and least sensible bike for a person his size.
Steve thought, ‘I knew it. That’s the worst bike in the shop, but it’s red and shiny. All the novices pick that one. I paid $100 for it,’ He said, “Great choice. Do you want to rent a helmet?”
“No, all I need is the bike.”
“That will be $50 for the day and a $250 deposit.”
Grant was getting desperate; he needed to hurry back to the parking lot before Jan and the others started down a trail, so he would know where they went. He peeled off 3 of the hundred dollar bills that was part of his share of the last car heist and gave them to Steve.
“When you bring it back, I’ll refund your $250,” said Steve as he gave him a receipt and thought, ‘I hope he doesn’t bring it back.’
Grant shoved the bike into the back seat of his car and tore back up the mountain. As he pulled up to the parking lot, he saw Jan’s new boyfriend standing beside a trail sign, looking back toward him. Grant panicked and tuned back out of the parking lot, hoping that the boyfriend would quit looking at him and go down a trail. As he pulled back on the road, he saw the boyfriend mount the bike and go down the trail. Grant went on down the road until he found a place to turn around and went back up to the parking lot. ‘It’s a good thing I got here when I did, because there are lots of trails. If I had not seen him beside the trail sign, I wouldn’t have known which trail to take.’
Grant jerked the shiny red bike out of his car banging it against his car door and scratching some paint off. He jumped on the bike and sped down the same trail without checking out the brake handles on both on the handle bars.
When Grant was a young boy he had a bicycle with the standard brakes. The ones where you pedaled backward and the brake engaged on the rear wheel. He assumed this rental bike’s brakes worked the same way. When he rode his bike he always pedaled as fast as he could go and loved the feeling of speed as the air rushed against him but he had never experienced any hills of any size.
He pedaled as fast as he could go until he realized he was going much faster than he had ever been on a bike. ‘I probably should slow down,’ he said as he reversed his pedals and nothing happened. His speed was still increasing as the trail followed the steep hill downward. He realized that the handles on both handlebars must be brakes. However he didn’t realize one was for the front brake and one for the back brake. He squeezed one of them as hard as he could. It was the front brake and the next thing Grant knew he was tumbling down the hillside and then sliding on his hands as he finally stopped. The dust was so thick he couldn’t see at first. His mouth was full of dirt, pebbles and other stuff. He rolled over on his back in the brush and looked at his hands. They were dirty and bleeding. It reminded him of when he was a boy and crashed his bike and slid on the gravel and sidewalks. He picked the rocks and bigger pieces of sticks, grass, and other material off. He then wiped his bloody hands on his pants. His knees were scratched and bleeding. It hurt so bad he almost passed out. Then he remembered what he was doing. His anger and the drugs still in his system combined to stimulate his adrenalin. He screamed as loud as he could and cursed his ex-wife and her boyfriend, the bike, the hillside and the heavens above. Grant then stood up and located the bike a short distance away. He still didn’t know what caused the crash. He figured it had something to do with the brakes. He mounted the bike and experimented with the handles and discovered that one was the front and one was the rear. When he applied the front brake the front dipped. ‘Well that would be what flipped the bike!’
He painfully gripped the handles and started down the trail again being careful to keep his speed under control. He was thinking that he probably should slow down again when the trail took a sharp turn. He hit his rear brake handle, too late, the front wheel hit a jagged rock beside the trail and he was airborne. The next thing he knew he was flying through the air with a big, sticky bush coming up at him.
Grant lost consciousness when his head hit the ground. The pistol flew out and landed beside a squirrel sunning himself. The squirrel immediately jumped to a nearby tree, scampered up to a safe height and began chattering furiously. Grant slowly regained consciousness but he couldn’t remember what he had been doing and where he was. The noise of the squirrel’s profane chattering registered in Grants brain and he thought it was a rattlesnake. He forced himself to stand up and the resultant pain triggered his memory. The squirrel saw the movement and stopped chattering. Grant didn’t know where the rattlesnake was so he stood there until he saw the red bike. He forced his way through the brush to the bike. ‘This is just great! What else could go wrong,’ he muttered as he climbed back up to the trail dragging the bike behind him?’ The bike had sailed with him through the air, and luckily wasn’t hard to find. The shiny red bike was starting to look a little tacky. Scratches pretty much covered the bike and it wasn’t very shiny anymore. Grant was bleeding out of multiple cuts on his legs, feet, arms, and face, but there wasn’t anything serious that he could see. ‘I should have worn my long pants and sneakers,’ he swore.
Painfully, he climbed back on the bike and drove on down the trail, this time at a slower clip. He didn’t realize his pistol had fallen out of his pocket and was lying back in the brush. He thought how lucky he was to avoid being bitten by the rattlesnake.
The more he thought about it the madder he got. ‘Who does that guy think he is? That’s my wife! I should just shoot him as soon as I find them!’ He felt his pocket for the pistol and with a sinking feeling realized the pistol was gone. That led to the realization that Jan wouldn’t ever come back to him and there was no way he could do anything to Jan’s boyfriend. ‘What do I do now,’ he thought.
The trail was steep and Grant crashed again and again. He was depressed and his strength was just about exhausted. It was all he could do to apply the brakes to slow down. ‘I’ve got to stop and rest.’ The trail had dropped into a thick stand of pine trees and was almost level for a change. He saw a big bushy tree coming up beside the trail. It had what looked like a nice soft bed of pine needles under it. With the last of his strength, he stopped, threw the bike down and lay down on the pine needles. They weren’t as soft as they looked but he didn’t care. He lost consciousness as his head hit the pine needles.
Grant didn’t know that he was only about 50 yards from his goal. His ex-wife, Jan and her boyfriend, and the other couple were sitting on some rocks just the other side of a big rock and some trees that lined the trail.
COLE
Cole Taylor was a 29 year bachelor. He had been trying to find that perfect young woman to marry since he was 20 years old. He considered himself a pretty decent person. He made enough money to support a family. He didn’t have any vices like gambling or using drugs. He didn’t smoke or drink and he even went to church most Sundays. He was honest in everything he did. So far he had just not found the woman that he wanted to share his life with. He worked out daily and at his last checkup, his doctor had told him that he was in excellent condition. Women at work and church were always flirting with him, but he couldn’t find one that he wanted. He usually had a casual date every weekend; but rarely would ask the same woman out for a second date and so far 2 times were the most he had ever asked a girl out. He was about to break that record. He had asked Jan to go for mountain bike ride on Saturday. It would be their 3rd date; maybe she was the one to finally get serious about. His best friend Aaron Johnson and his girl friend, Rachel, came along to make it a foursome. They were going to take a trail through the mountains above
Cole picked up Jan at her home. He had already put his mountain bike in the back with one he had rented for Jan. They drove up
They unloaded the mountain bikes at the trailhead parking lot. From here the ski resorts and most of the mountain peaks were below them. Surprisingly the parking lot was half empty, even though there were 4 different trails that started from this parking lot. Aaron led the way with Cole bringing up the rear. Cole started to mount his bike, but he received one of his famous “Bad Feelings”. He stopped and just stood there watching a car speeding up the road. It was the only thing moving. The car pulled into the parking lot and turned back onto the road and accelerated back down the hill. The “Bad Feeling” went away so he turned and started down the well used trail after the others. ‘The lot would probably be full within a few hours.’ He quickly caught up with the others.
It was a bright, sunny day. The air was clean, pure and refreshing. The trail was great, it led them down ridges and valleys, through groves of quaking aspen and fir trees, through meadows, sometimes surprising deer, moose, elk, and numerous small animals. They sped for mile after mile through unspoiled scenery as they coasted down the mountain. They stopped for a rest where the trail followed the ridge line down to a top of a sheer cliff. The cliff dropped over 200 feet into jagged rocks below. The trail made a sharp turn and went down through the trees. It was a small clearing with the steep hillside covered with a blanket of thick fir trees on one side and open space over the cliff, slabs of vertical rock below and the valley and hills beyond. They sat on the warm rocks, enjoying the beauty of the snow covered peaks of the
As Rachel sat down, she saw some coarse light brown hair on the rock. “What kind of hair is this?”
“A marmot, a squirrel, a deer, a mountain lion,” guessed the 4 friends.
Aaron said, “It really doesn’t matter, it’s gone now.”
“Nooooooooooooo, I don’t think so,” said Cole.
“What do you mean,” asked Jan?
“I don’t want to scare you, but I can feel something watching us from the trees.”
“Are you serious,” asked Aaron?
“Serious as a heart attack; for as long as I can remember I’ve had this kind of gift or something. I sometimes get premonitions about things. I’ve learned to always follow them. I could take the rest of the day telling you about times when I had a feeling like this. Sometimes it’s a feeling to pull over and stop in my car. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve had this feeling when I was hunting. Every time it would happen, I would stop and look in the direction where I thought it was coming from, and there would be something watching me. It could be a deer, coyote, or elk. It has always been something big, not like a squirrel. In fact I had a bad feeling as I was starting down the trail. You three had already started down the trail when I got a sick feeling. I stopped and looked back at the road. I watched an old beat up blue car pull into the parking lot, turn around and drive back down the road. The feeling went away when the car turned around.”
“My ex-husband has an old beat up blue car, said Jan! “I wonder if it was him.”
“I don’t know. I just know that there’s something in those trees watching us.”
“What do you think it is,” asked Aaron?
“I’m guessing it’s a cougar. It was probably sunning itself on that rock where Rachel found the hair and hid in the trees when it heard us coming down the trail.”
“You’re freaking me out,” said Jan!
“Me too,” said Rachel. “What should we do?”
“I don’t think we’re in any danger. A cougar attack is rare and a cougar attack on a group of people is unheard of.” With the reassurance from Cole, they all relaxed and enjoyed the warm sun.
Cougar
Cole was right, there was a young cougar lying in the trees, 30 yards away from them. He was also wrong; the young cougar had instinctively targeted the smallest of the group to attack. The black tip of his tail twitched back and forth as he stared intently at Jan. The bigger person beside her kept looking at him and distracted him from his target. He knew that the person couldn’t see him, and yet he kept looking at him. He didn’t know that cougars don’t attack groups of people. He only knew that he was starving and the four people looked like an easy meal. His mother had driven him from the family den and his father had stolen his last two kills and each time would have killed him if he had hesitated over the dead deer. The cougar was almost 2 years old and nearly fully grown. His father was following him and wouldn’t stop until the young cougar left his father’s 20 square mile territory. The old tom cougar had been following the young cougar, heard the people coming down the trail and retreated to the next ridge to wait until the people went on down the trail.
The saliva was dripping out of the corners of the young cougar’s mouth. The biggest person wasn’t looking at him now. His attack was only moments away when he heard the clunk of a mountain bike hitting the ground and a heavy sigh from something as it lay down only a few yards away from him. The smell of blood reached his keen nostrils an instant later. The blood acted like a powerful magnet to the cougar as he quickly retreated in the shadows of the trees and followed the blood smell. He saw the bicycle and hesitated, but his hunger took over and with a roar the young predator pounced on the prone body just like a kitten would pounce on a mouse. He clamped his muscular jaws on the throat of the man and broke his neck with one smooth motion. He immediately began to hungrily eat the man.
Jan
Jan was talking about her life. She had been married to a man who beat her and her little boy. Her divorce was finalized 6 months ago. Her ex-husband was such a louse that the judge issued a restraining order at the same time the divorce was finalized, and wouldn’t’ even give her ex-husband visitation rights to see their son. Cole knew Jan was divorced and had a 2 year old son. He didn’t know she had been beaten by her ex-husband. They listened as she told them about how afraid she was of her ex-husband and his crazy jealous rages. She still sometimes saw him parked down the street, watching her.
“I wouldn’t be surprised if he was following me now!”
At that moment, they heard a roar from the other side of a big boulder. “What was that,” asked Jan and Rachel in unison?
“Cougar”, said both Cole and Aaron in response.
“How do you know,” whispered Rachel?
“I’ve gone to a lot of BYU football games. Each time they play that sound during the game. It’s the sound of a cougar,” answered Cole.
“Is it going to attack us?”
“I think if it was going to attack us, we would have heard the roar as he rushed us.”
“Then what do you think is going on,” asked Aaron quietly?
“I think we should go up the trail. It doesn’t sound like it’s very far away. How about Aaron and I push our bike in front us back up the trail until we can see it.”
Jan and Rachel looked at each other, “Oh no you don’t, we’re going with you. We’re not staying here while you brave guys go out of sight up the trail!”
They heard what sounded like a 350 pound slob attacking a pile of dessert coming from the other side of the boulder.
“Well, let’s go,” confidently said Cole.
The four of them walked up the trail. Cole and Aaron were in front side by side pushing their bikes. Jan and Rachel followed closely behind. They rounded the boulder and first saw a long tail whipping back and forth. They then saw the outline of a huge cat. It was a mountain lion biting, ripping, and swallowing. It was so intent on its meal it didn’t see them.
“Hey,” yelled both Cole and Aaron.
The mountain lion crouched and glared at them for what seemed like a long time. They expected it to run away as fast as it could go. After all it was a wild animal. The young cougar didn’t know what to do. He wasn’t even close to being satisfied. These people wanted him to leave so they could have his kill!
“Hey, get out of here,” shouted Cole!
The cougar decided he should leave, but not without a few more mouthfuls. He dropped his head and ripped two more mouthfuls of Grant. He stood and glared at the four people again, crouched, licked his fangs and took another bite. He then walked into the trees without looking back at them.
“I think that cougar just flipped us off,” said Aaron.
“I think you’re right. He didn’t seem to be afraid of us. Did you notice how skinny he looked?”
Aaron responded, “I’ve read a lot about cougars. That looked like a young cougar to me. When a young cougar gets almost full grown, his mother forces him out of her den and it has to fend for itself. Once it leaves the den it has to get out of its fathers territory quick. Its father will kill it if it gets a chance. I’ll bet this one is on his way out of his father’s territory and is having trouble finding enough to eat.”
“He went into those trees over there, but he didn’t go far. I can feel him watching us. He’ll come back and finish his meal as soon as we leave.”
“Are you sure he will wait until we leave,” asked Jan.
“That’s a good question,” said Cole as they walked up to the half eaten man lying under the bushy pine tree.
“That’s my ex-husband,” shouted Jan!
The man’s face was scratched and bloody, and facing backward in an unnatural angle but hadn’t been touched by the hungry cougar.
“Are you sure?”
“Yes, I will never forget his face. I wonder how he found us.”
“The blue car I saw at the trailhead must have been him. From the looks of his arms and legs and the bicycle he must have crashed several times. That bike was probably clean and shiny when he rented it. Look at it now! It looks like he has been riding it through the brush and over a cliff. He must have been so beat up and tired that he picked this tree to rest. The cougar that was watching us probably heard him drop the bike and lay down and followed his nose to your ex-husband.”
“Do you think the cougar would have attacked us if Grant didn’t show up with a better target,” asked Jan?
“I don’t know, maybe, we’ll never know. The question is, what do we do now,” asked Cole?
“What do you mean,” questioned Aaron?
Thoughtfully Cole responded, “A man is found dead on a mountain trail. He is mostly eaten by a cougar. His ex-wife and boyfriend just happened to be on the same trail and found the body. Since cougar attacks on extremely rare, who do you think would be the prime suspects?”
“But we didn’t do anything wrong,” shouted Jan!
“We were with you and can back you up every step of the way,” explained Aaron with agreement from Rachel.
“As I see it, we would be at the mercy of the prosecutors’ office. If this was assigned to a young aggressive attorney who wanted to capitalize on the publicity of a dead man whose body was eaten by a cougar, we would be in deep trouble. And since most young prosecutors work for low wages and hope to use the position as a springboard to a prestigious law firm or political office, we would be in big trouble. This poor love sick man was killed by his ex-wife and her boyfriend and the body was then eaten by a hungry cougar. We would be guilty until proven innocent and there is no proof except our statements. At the very least we would be in court for a long time and it would take a lot of money. It might bankrupt all of us,” recited Cole.
No one said anything for what seemed like hours. It was more like a few minutes when Cole said “I don’t want to rush you, but I just heard some voices, there are some more people on bicycles coming down the hill. We only have a few minutes to make our decision. Here is my suggestion. We take Grant and his bike and throw them over the cliff. That way if he is every found, we were at the very least on a different trail.
“I’m with you, we have to hurry before they get here, or else hide him and the bike until the bikers come by,” said Aaron.
Jan seemed to be in shock, “I just don’t know. He’s my ex-husband, I don’t want to just throw him over a cliff!”
Rachel chimed in, “I want to throw him over the cliff and get out of here!”
That seemed to bring Jan out of her indecisiveness, “Yeah, me too, let’s get moving. I’ll help with his bike.”
With agreement from all involved, Cole and Aaron each grabbed an arm of Grant and drug him to the top of the cliff and threw him over. They watched him bounce down the rock face, hit a rock at the bottom and bounce off into the brush. Jan pushed his bike off and it followed Grant’s path to the bottom but landed on another rock and was clearly visible to anyone looking down from the top of the cliff.
They hurried back up the trail to get their bikes. They looked for any sign of what had happened. There was some blood on the pine needles, so Cole kicked more pine needles on top of the blood. They mounted their bikes and started down the trail.
The young cougar had been inching toward them in trees when they grabbed his half eaten meal and drug it down the trail. He watched them throw it over the cliff. He knew where his meal was headed and how to get to it. The people were in the middle of the shortest route to his meal so he immediately wheeled around and bounded down the hill toward a game trail that led around to the side of the cliff face and then down to the base.
Cole was leading the group as it dropped down the mountain ridge beside the cliff. The cougar was so intent on reaching Grant at the bottom of the hill, it almost ran into Cole. At the last instant, the cougar saw Cole and leaped across in front of him.
Cole saw the movement out of the corner of his eye and hit his brakes just in time to see the cougar fly in front of him with 18 inches to spare! The cougar landed and bounded into the thick brush. Cole came to a stop and the others stopped behind him.
“Did you see that?”
“Did we see what,” asked Jan?
“A cougar just jumped in front of me. If I hadn’t seen a movement out of the corner of my eye, I think I would have hit him! I’ll bet it’s the same one!”
“I don’t understand how you can make the connection,” said Rachel.
“I didn’t get a good look at it, but it looked skinny like the one we saw eating Jan’s ex-husband. I’ve hunted all over
“Why would the cougar be running across in front of us,” asked Aaron?
“It seems to me that if I wanted to get to the bottom of the cliff where we threw Grant, that is the direction I would take. There is probably a game trail running down the hill beside the cliff.”
“I don’t want to think about it any more,” complained Jan.
“I agree,” said Rachel.
“If you’re all ready, let’s go,” said Cole as he stepped on his pedals and coasted down the trail. The others silently followed.
They reached the campground below and were loading their bikes into Aaron’s truck.
Cole said, “I think that we should move the car and ride down a different trail and be sure we’re seen there. I don’t want anyone seeing us here. If some one discovered the body, we need to be seen on a different trail. Let’s finish tying the bikes down, get my truck and come down a different trail.”
When they pulled back into the trailhead parking lot to get Grant’s truck, Jan identified one of the cars parked there as Grants. Luckily it wasn’t blocking Cole’s truck car. Both trucks drove down to another parking lot where another trail ended. An hour later, they were back at the same trailhead parking lot and going down a different trail. They heard the sound of a siren wailing up the canyon.
“Do you think they found the body already,” asked Jan?
“Could be, the bike could be seen from the cliff. If one of the people coming down the hill behind us had a cell phone and saw the bike from the cliff, they could have called 911.
“By the time we reach the end of the trail the police should have had time to retrieve the body and take it into
Cole saw a clearing with a fire pit and some rough benches. He pulled over and the rest followed. “How about a rest, lunch and a small fire” asked Cole cheerfully?
Rachel said “I’m not hungry, but I could use a rest.” Both Jan and Rachel were pale and looked worried and scared.
“I think that it’s time to set back, talk about it and make sure we have our facts straight so we all tell the police the same story.” Jan and Rachel looked at each other and than at Cole and Aaron,
“What do you mean,” said Rachel?
“Assuming that we don’t run into any police before we get home, the police investigators will check into Grant’s history and find that his ex-wife lives in the area. They will come to see you and since neighbors and the baby sitter know that you went for a bicycle ride, the police will want to talk to us as well. No big deal, all you have to do is say we went up to the top of
“He was in trouble all the time! The police weren’t able to prove anything, but they were always coming by the house before the divorce to question him about all kinds of things.”
“That’s good, the police will investigate his death, but they will really be thinking it’s just another slime bag off the streets. We still need to have our story straight. The facts are just like they happened up to when we dropped off the car, and then just eliminate the part of the trip where we first started down the trail. We rode for a long time and then stopped, had a campfire and lunch, talked, look a nap, and then came on down the trail. We heard the far away siren while having lunch. Since none of us are carrying a watch, we really don’t know what time it was. We picked up Jan at
“Probably the first thing that you need to do is to act surprised when you hear that Grant had an accident and is dead.” Let’s see a look of surprise and a little grief. Your son’s father is dead. He is a creep but still your son’s dad. Good job, that look is perfect!”
“Ok, Jan what do you say when they ask you about your ex?”
“He was crazy jealous and followed me sometimes.”
Cole asked, “Why did you and your ex-husband get a divorce?”
“He changed after we were married for a few years. He lost his job, got involved with drugs and a gang. He beat me and our son, and I was afraid of him.”
“What do you think he was doing in the mountains?”
“I would guess that he followed us up the mountain and when he saw us unload our bicycles, he went back to a rental shop to get a bicycle so that he could follow us, but probably took the wrong trail.”
Does he ride a bicycle a lot?”
“I have never seen him ride a bicycle or even heard him talk about it.”
“Be careful how you answer their questions. We don’t know that he died or any details about his death until they tell us.”
Cole and Aaron gathered some limbs and started a fire in the fire pit. Soon the fire was snapping and crackling.
“Ok, how about going through the questions that we think the police will ask. Practice until it’s automatic.” With that comment, they heard the sound of bicycles coming down the trail.
“Relax, we are having a wonderful time,” said Cole as he smiled and said “Hello” to the 5 people on mountain bikes as the coasted past them and on down the trail. Each of the 5 yelled greetings as they went by. “Have a nice day, how are you doing, beautiful day, hello, goodbye.”
They sat around the fire, looking at each other thinking about what had happened and what was going to happen.
“Let’s go through it again,” said Cole. After a couple of hours of going back through the expected questions, it was time to change the subject. Aaron kept the fire going as he gathered small dead limbs and branches. The temperature was perfect with the smoke and a small breeze to keep most of the bugs away.
“I guess it’s probably time to go” said Jan, “the babysitter expects me home pretty soon.”
They got up, stretched, and got ready while Aaron made sure the fire was out. Then it was on down the trail. In the campground where there truck was parked, a Salt Lake County Sheriff’s truck was parked. As they pulled up, the unformed officer hailed them and asked them “how was the ride?”
Cole responded “it was perfect. We had beautiful scenery, beautiful weather, and most important, beautiful companions!” Both Jan and Rachel blushed and laughed. Until Cole’s comments, Jan and Rachel looked worried and scared. Now they were smiling and looked completely at ease.
The officer told them to “have a nice day”, and walked back to his truck, got in and pulled out on the road and was gone.
“Do you think that he suspected us,” asked Rachel?
“I think that he’s just looking around. If he had suspected us of Grant’s murder, he would have questioned us,” answered Aaron.
They loaded the bicycles in the back of the Aaron’s truck and drove back to the trailhead parking lot.
The same Sheriff’s department officer pulled in just as they were unloading Cole and Jan’s bikes. He came up to them, pointed at Grant’s car and asked, “Anybody know who that car belongs to?”
Without hesitation, Jan said, “my ex-husband has a car like that.”
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