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Hopefully.

But as the hours ticked by, I realized that it would be incredibly rude to go over there this late. She’d be sleeping, and likely didn’t keep the same hours that I did.

Though, she had been awake last night when I’d come over…

“Sheriff?”

I sighed, pinching the bridge of my nose for a few long seconds, then looked up. “What’s up, Meg?”

I’d been in my office for all of five seconds…

“Got a call about a horse…”

Goddammit.

“Yeah?” I asked, feigning ignorance.

“Owner says her horse is missing,” she said. “And all of the goats are out, too. Because whoever took her horse forgot to close the gate.”

“Let me guess.” I leaned back in my chair to look at Meg. “It’s the horse from earlier?”

I’d heard the call come in earlier.

A woman—Jessamy—had stopped at the same house where we’d gotten abuse reports about the horse. The cops were called by the owner, and instead of Dempsey taking shit seriously about the horse and making a report, possibly getting help for the horse, she’d used her bias against Jessamy and totally fucked up the entire situation.

Jessamy had left, and apparently taken the situation into her own hands.

Son of a bitch.

“Horses aren’t easy to take.”

“No.” Meg grinned. “They aren’t.”

I stood up, my intent to head to Jessamy’s place.

However, when I got there, all was silent.

There also wasn’t a single person on the property.

Nor was there a horse that wasn’t hers.

Shit, shit, shit.

I spent the next thirty minutes driving around looking for her.

Wherever she went, she hadn’t taken her car.

And like I said, it was kind of fucking hard to conceal a goddamn horse.

My phone rang, and I glanced at it.

Denver.

“What’s up?” he asked.

“Got something here that belongs to you.”

I frowned. “I’m bus…”