Lawson carefully examined the barn floor. “Blood.”

Ashlee stood by the door, reluctant to enter. Her face paled and Lawson thought she must be remembering something. Was being here sparking some memory? Somewhere deep in her subconscious, she knew what had gone down here. She only needed to recall it.

He walked over to her. “You okay?”

She looked around, anguish on her face as she shook her head. “Nothing is coming back. Something happened here, though, didn’t it?”

“More than likely. No one reported hearing any gunfire from here, but this place is so far out and so isolated it’s unlikely anyone would have heard it. If they did, they probably didn’t think anything about it. It’s not unusual to hear gunfire in this area.”

“What does that mean for my sister?” Ashlee locked eyes with him. “How is this good for her?”

It wasn’t, but Lawson didn’t want to say that...