. hey ... she’s not my wife,” I said.“She’s not?”“Heck no.”“Well?”“I picked her hitch-hiking in Montana...” I started. By the ti...me I’d finished, we’d made it through the road-block at the head of the drive and talked to the guys from the ambulance, the deputy at the gate, the Crime Scene Investigator ... that’s a lie.What we got from the investigator was, “Hey, don’t walk through my crime scene.”We detoured through the garage. There’s a door to the yard by the outhouse.“Hold on,” Edgar said, “I. I was going to have Dewey look into some properties outside Denver that had a lot of land and would allow for the building of three large houses like he wanted.”“Three?” I questioned.“Yeah, Paul,” Rory chimed in. “We always hoped that you would spend at least some of the year with us in Denver. After we went to the plain, he understood why you might not, but he had hopes.”“OK, I think you should still have at least the two houses built. Betty Mae is going to need someplace to live.”“She can. “Ugh.” Ty groaned loudly as he walked up the front steps. “I ache all over,” he complained to no one in particular. “After yesterday, I didn’t think it could get any worse.” He groaned again as he gently lowered himself into a wicker chair on the O’Malley’s front porch. “Boy was I wrong!”Josie just rolled her eyes back at him. “You do know I’m perfectly capable of carrying my own chainsaw around, don’t you?”“T’was nothing, m’lady,” the country star answered in a faux cockney accent. With a. “You are beginning to sound like Shelby. I swear she is a young clone of my mother,” Sarah suggested.“Even more reason not to invite you over,” I said.“Come on Deke, I need some fatherly advice,” she said.“Stop screwing strangers,” I said. “You could easily wind up dead.”“I had something more specific in mind,” she replied.“Okay, come on over, but stop at Micky D’s and get a salad, if you want one,” I suggested. I knew the pizza would be cold if she stopped, but the salad I had was too small to.