The Case of the Sin City Sister by Lynne Hinton Page B

family member.”
    Caleb shrugged. “I’d just like to see the place, and you both know your way around out there; maybe you could drive me out?”
    Eve shook her head. “That request you’ll have to take up with him because actually I’m leaving town this afternoon,” she said.
    Jackson looked up. “And just where are you going?”
    “Oh, you should know the answer to that one, Captain. I’ve read the signs. I’m going to Vegas.”

SIXTEEN

    “I don’t know, Eve.” Daniel had stopped by the office with some more police files for Jackson from the late 1800s. He had secured another year’s worth from the station in Santa Fe. “Vegas?” He dropped the box onto Jackson’s desk and glanced over at the Captain. He looked around. “I thought your client was here.”
    “He’s gone down to Golden to get some gas. He wants me to drive him over to the mine where they found that body.”
    “That was way out past Cerrillos, wasn’t it?” Daniel knew some of the details of the recent find but had not been on the team to locate the remains or manage the scene.
    “Out on the Martinez property,” Jackson replied.
    Daniel nodded. He knew as much about the territory around Madrid as his former partner did. The two of them had spent a lot of time hiking and exploring the hills together when they were younger. He turned back to Eve. “Vegas?”
    “Yes, Vegas,” she answered. “How did you find out so fast?”
    He tapped his forehead. “I’m just smart that way,” he said.

    Eve smiled. “He told you when you called to say you were stopping by.”
    Daniel sat on the edge of the Captain’s desk. “Well, that too. You needing to blow off some steam?” He grinned.
    “No, I don’t need to blow off steam. I told you yesterday I’m worried about Dorisanne. I can’t get any information from the people she works with. She doesn’t answer her phone, and I don’t know how to contact her landlord.”
    “Which isn’t out of the ordinary,” Jackson piped up.
    “Which isn’t out of the ordinary, that’s true,” Eve agreed. “But I just feel like I need to see things with my own eyes.”
    “If you want, I can get the police to send someone over to the apartment. I know one of the detectives out there.” He looked at Jackson. “Beefy guy who used to work with us and moved over to Nevada about ten years ago.”
    Jackson seemed to be thinking.
    “James Drennan,” Daniel noted.
    “Drennan,” Jackson repeated. He shook his head. “I don’t remember him.”
    Daniel turned to Eve. “He’s a good guy. You want me to call over there and ask a favor?”
    “No, I feel like I just want to go there myself.”
    Daniel nodded as if he understood. “You got your ticket yet?”
    “Ticket?” She sounded surprised.
    “Airline ticket. You do realize this is Las Vegas, Nevada, and not Las Vegas, New Mexico?” Daniel crossed his arms over his chest.
    “Of course I realize that. But I still thought I could take the bike. What is it, eight or nine hours?”

    “It’s about six hundred miles,” Jackson answered.
    “Then I was right, it’s about eight or nine hours,” she responded.
    Daniel and Jackson exchanged a glance.
    “Are you going to tell her or am I?” Daniel wanted to know.
    “You tell her,” Jackson replied. “She doesn’t listen to me.”
    “Tell her what?” Eve asked.
    “That you are not driving that bike all the way to Vegas,” Daniel answered. He stood up. “It’s an hour flight from Albuquerque.”
    “I don’t want to fly,” she explained. “I want to drive.”
    “You’re not driving that bike to Vegas,” he repeated.
    “Then I’ll take the truck,” she said in compromise.
    Daniel shook his head. “I got some vacation days stored up, and since we’re slow, I’ll just take off the rest of the week.”
    “I don’t need a driver,” she exclaimed.
    “No, you need a babysitter,” the Captain noted. “You shouldn’t be in Vegas by yourself. You’re a nun for heaven’s