Undercover Scout. Jenna Kernan

in the lower half of his face that Day was gone.

      Her Apache heritage included all sorts of beliefs that it was dangerous to touch the dead. That ghosts could follow you even if the deceased was a good friend in life. Ava didn’t believe that dead bodies and ghosts could haunt her but she dearly hoped that whoever did this would be haunted because she was certain Day had not fallen. He’d been pushed. That was her theory and she was going with it.

      She swept the body with her gaze, looking for clues, and found them right there in Day’s hand. His nails were torn and bloody and there was skin and hair under them. That was what you’d see if Day had fought his attacker. So whoever pushed him would have scratches on their face or arms. Maybe both.

      Ava tried to think of a way to take a sample from his nails.

      “I have to call Hector,” said Kee.

      That was an odd first call, she thought. Why not to Jake, his brother who was on the force?

      He looked at Ava with wide, troubled eyes and swallowed, sending his Adam’s apple bobbing. “He’s our medical examiner.”

      Of course he was, she thought.

      Kee rocked back on his heels and wiped his mouth with his hand, looking truly unsettled. Rattled, she corrected. She knew he had faced death. All physicians did. But this death was harder. He knew the man, so it was personal. Day was young and he had been Kee’s colleague plus they’d shared a FEMA trailer. Add to that the damage to the corpse and you had a horror that would not soon be forgotten.

      She dropped to a knee beside Kee and draped an arm around his shoulders. Kee clasped her hand with his opposite one.

      “Look at his nails,” she said and pointed.

      “What is that?” He leaned closer.

      “Looks like skin.”

      Kee straightened and stepped quickly away. She watched him pace, both hands locked behind his head. Finally, he came back beside her.

      “You think he was pushed. You think he fought his attacker.”

      “Don’t you?”

      He nodded gravely.

      “Should you take a sample?” she asked.

      He shook his head. “The police will do that. I’ll make sure they do.”

      “What about photos?” she asked. The scene might not be so pristine later on and it would be dark. She did not want to use her phone knowing that it would be confiscated as evidence and that would give the police here easy access to who she was. But those photos could be vital.

      “Should I take some?” He had his phone out.

      “Might help your police.”

      Kee took a few shots, his mouth squeezed in a look of distaste. She nudged him to photograph Day’s hands, face and all other injuries. Finally she suggested a few long shots of the scene.

      “Might help with location,” she said, knowing it would. He finished and his arm dropped to his side with the glowing phone gripped in his hand. He stood staring at Day as if he could not believe what he was seeing.

      She slipped her hand into the crook of his elbow and he jumped.

      “You want to see if you have cell service here?” she asked.

      He placed his hand over hers and rubbed as if to give her comfort. “Doubtful. But I’ll try.”

      Kee lifted the phone, searching for a signal.

      “Nothing.”

      “Come on,” she said. “We’ll go tell the police what we found. You can lead them back here.”

      Kee stood over the body, head bowed as if he were a mourner at a grave.

      “I was afraid something like this had happened,” he said.

      Ava’s antenna picked up. It was the sort of thing a person who knew what would happen would say.

      “Why is that?” she asked, keeping her tone conversational.

      “He was gone too long.” Kee glanced back toward the body, arms folded protectively before him. “He was going to get a haircut after work today.”

      Now, that was the kind of crazy thing people did say when someone was ripped unexpectedly from their life.

      She didn’t like to admit it, but her opinions as to Kee’s involvement were eroding. Ava had an instructor in the academy who told her students to keep a few brain cells open to the possibility that your prime suspect was innocent. Those brain cells were recruiting others and that troubled her. What if she was wrong about Dr. Redhorse? If she were, then she needed to expand her search or target his fellow doctor more closely. It just seemed with his brother Ty’s involvement and his brother Colt’s disappearance into witness protection without Kee’s knowledge that the tribe considered Kee a prime suspect. Ava was unsettled and she did not like the uncertainty growing within her.

      They walked back using their phone flashlights to help illuminate the trail. Once at the cars they paused. Ava needed to not be here when the police arrived.

      “Listen, I’d like to get home. My sister has a thing at the school tonight and if I’m there she can cancel the sitter.” An AA meeting that Sara had promised to attend. “The girls are more anxious since Louisa’s disappearance.” Ava shrugged. “So how about this, I’ll call the police when I get cell service and send them back to you. Okay?”

      Kee frowned. “I’m sure they’ll want to speak to you.”

      “Yes, I’ll be at my sister’s. They can come there. Better if it’s after nine. Kids in bed.” She shrugged.

      “All right. I’ll tell them.” He clasped her arm and she felt the strength of his hands as he leaned in. “You be okay walking back alone?”

      “Yes. I’ll be fine.” She tried and failed not to let his concern affect her. Ava smiled and met his warm gaze, feeling the unwelcome stirring of attraction thread between them.

      “Thank you, for everything.”

      On impulse, Ava lifted to her toes and planted a kiss on his cheek.

      Kee’s mouth dropped open and his hand slipped away. She’d surprised him. She took the opportunity to make her escape.

      She did call the police, did not give her name, pretending she was upset by events, and sent help in Kee’s direction. They had her number, of course, but there was no need to track it unless they could not find her. If she was lucky, she had a day or two of anonymity left.