Savanna stopped before him while Korbin entered. “Who?”
“Your brother. The sheriff just got here. They’re in the dining room.”
Korbin looked at him. Sheriff? Here?
“Which one?” Savanna asked.
“He said his name is Macon.”
“Macon is here? He was on a movie set. How’d he get here? And why?”
Movie set? Her brother was an actor? Not surprising since their dad was a producer.
Hurley motioned for her to go inside. She entered the lodge ahead of him and then turned to face him as the door closed.
“When did he arrive?”
“About three hours ago.” He walked toward them. “He couldn’t call police from your place so he drove to the nearest phone he could find.”
Hurley’s. Lost Trail Lodge. Where were the police now? He turned to face the spacious lobby with plenty of seating before a river-rock fireplace. A huge red mosaic rug covered the pinewood floor and elk heads hung from log walls, their dead, glossy eyes staring.
“I’m sure the sheriff would like to talk to you,” Hurley said.
“Good.” Savanna started toward the wide opening leading to the dining area and then stopped and looked back at him when he didn’t follow. She’d already begun to sense something was wrong. That he wasn’t being completely forthright. Well, he wasn’t. For good reason. But what choice did he have?
He started walking. When he reached Savanna, she eyed him suspiciously.
“Does talking to police make you nervous?” she asked, low enough for only him to hear. Hurley had already entered the banquet room.
Korbin didn’t respond as he entered the cavernous room with her. To the right, several tables took up half of the room. To the left, the sheriff sat with a tall, russet-haired man in a brown leather seating area before another enormous fire, river rock rising to the exposed log ceiling. Light from the gabled window sparkled on shelves of liquor behind a long bar.
They stopped talking when the three of them approached.
Savanna’s brother shot to his feet and rushed over to her. “Where have you been?” He embraced her.
Korbin stopped beside her, Hurley to his left.
“Skiing,” she said.
“Your house...” He surveyed her as though making sure she was all right. “The door was open and it was a wreck. The back door was broken. The heat was running and it was still cold in there. I’ve been going out of my mind imagining what must have become of you.”
“I’m all right.”
His face eased of tension and he rubbed her arms up and down. Tall and lean with chiseled features, he looked like an actor.
When Macon looked at Korbin, Savanna turned.
“Macon, this is Korbin Maguire,” she said.
“Are you the reason Savanna is in danger?” Macon asked.
“Someone is trying to kill him,” she said, sounding as though she were defending him. Was she?