sides. One of the housemaids was sent up to tell Rebecca the marshals were waiting for her on the porch.
The sunlight was fading, and a cool breeze was a welcome respite after the blistering heat of the day.
âWe wonât learn anything important,â Cole predicted. âWe already know all three of the women were spotted in the bank earlier in the afternoon. Talking to them is a wasted effort. What could they have seen?â
âWe wonât know the answer to that question until we talk to them. It shouldnât take long.â
Thirty minutes later, he had to revise his estimate. Rebecca kept them waiting until well after eight oâclock. Cole paced around the veranda. Ryan was sprawled out in one of the wicker chairs when Rebecca finally arrived. She didnât apologize for being late, and from the expression on her face as shewalked across the porch to join them, they could tell she was still fuming.
Ryan stood up as soon as he spotted her coming toward him. He waited for her to take her seat, then pulled up another chair to face her. Cole leaned back against the railing and folded his arms across his chest.
She sat on the edge of the chair, her back straight and her hands in her lap. She was furious all right, and if she became any more upset, Cole thought smoke would start pouring out of her ears.
He leaned back, content to let Ryan question the woman while he watched her. He knew he was being rude; he didnât care. The woman was magnificent. He searched for a flaw, hoping that if he found one, he would be able to get past his fascination with her.
Ryan was also staring intently, and Cole wondered if he was playing the same game.
âWe appreciate your cooperation,â Ryan began. âAnd weâre both sorry about the trouble earlier.â
âI donât believe Iâll be much help with your investigation,â she said. âBut Iâll be happy to answer your questions. Then Iâm going to leave this horrible town and never look back. The town is charming, Iâll admit, and the waterfalls are spectacular, but the people are a bit ⦠backward, and since the rumor was put in the paper, itâs been very difficult. Iâm happy Iâll be getting back home.â
âWhere is home?â Ryan asked.
âSt. Louis. I had planned to leave a couple of days ago to meet some friends in Salt Lake City, but then I became ill and had to delay my trip.â
âAre you feeling better now?â
âA little, thank you. The doctor told me I was fortunate because I have only a mild case.â
âAre you originally from St. Louis?â Cole asked.
âI grew up in the east,â she explained. âI moved to St. Louis to be near close friends.â
She turned back to Ryan. âI thought you wanted to talk about the robbery.â
âWe do,â Ryan answered. âDo you remember what time you were in the bank?â
She took several seconds to answer. âAs a matter of fact, I do remember. I was inside the bank at two oâclock, give or take ten minutes. I stood in line, but I donât remember any of the other people who were there. I wasnât paying any attention to them. Iâm sure someone will remember seeing me there. Are you writing down every word I say on paper?â
Ryan glanced up and smiled. âIâm trying to,â he said.
âWhy?â
He leaned back in the chair, finished jotting down his notes, and then said, âThere have been so many robberies, itâs the only way I can keep the information straight. Does it bother you?â
She shook her head. âNo, I simply found it curious, thatâs all.â
Sheriff Sloan interrupted the questioning when he came lumbering up the steps. He looked sheepish, and as soon as he saw the marshalsâ hostile expressions, he turned around and tried to leave.
Ryanâs voice lashed out at him. âSit.â
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