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started to step away when Tennessee grabbed his arm.
“What’s wrong, Ten?”
    “I’ve
got to talk to you.”
    Hell.
Heath led him to one side. “What’s wrong?” His little brother looked worried.
    “Molly
just called. She’s pregnant.”
    Heath
bit back a curse. “Is she saying the baby’s yours?”
    “Yes.”
    “Is
it?”
    “I
don’t know, could be.”
    “Dammit!”
Heath wanted to hit something, but there was no use. They’d deal with this like
a family. “Tell her you want a paternity test.”
    “Maybe
we should talk to Zane.” Tennessee suggested, his mind muddled with the
possibilities. “There he is, wave him over.”
    Heath
did so, amazed at the fact that the first time he’d met Zane Saucier, the man
had been blind. But now, because of a radical surgical procedure, he could see.
Presley Love, his assistant and fiancée accompanied him.
    “Hey, McCoys , I have news,” Zane began, not waiting for
Heath to speak. “Philip’s trial has been moved up. We start deliberations
before the end of next month.” They all dreaded the ordeal Philip was going to
have to go through. From out of the blue, he’d been arrested for the murder of
Dalton Smith, a man he barely knew. To make matters worse, the body had been
found on Highland property. The only connection Philip had to him, that he was
aware of, was that they’d been casual acquaintances and Smith dated a woman
Philip had known—Holly McBride. The prosecution was trying to make a big deal
about the woman, saying that Philip had killed Smith in a jealous rage.    
    Philip
joined them in time to hear the news. “Moving the trial up, that’s good,
right?”
    Zane
shrugged. “Maybe. I know you’re anxious to get this over with, but we still
have some work to do. The evidence Noah gave us is invaluable, but our best
defense would be to find the real killer.”
    “Invaluable?”
Philip asked. “What sense have you been able to make out of all that info on
the thumb drive Noah found?”
    “Not
as much as we’d hoped. I want us to sit down and go over all of this, but we
did determine that you and Dalton shared some interests—mainly the lost mine
you both were looking for. He had copied some old maps, Spanish land deeds and
diaries, even some current documents relating to the land, owners, and
geological tests. We really need to find some kind of expert on this kind of
thing.”
    “I’m
an expert on it. This is my field of study.” Philip insisted.
    Zane
clapped him on his shoulder. “In this case, you don’t count. It’s like getting
a physician to treat himself. We need a second opinion.”
    “Whatever
it takes.” Heath felt overwhelmed. Both of his brothers were looking toward him
for strength and he would give it to them. “Zane, we’ll do our best. Why don’t
we put some feelers out and try to find us someone who knows about this topic?”
Heath turned to Philip. “Do you know anyone else down at the university who
might help?”
    “I
don’t know, I’ll check into it.” Philip looked depressed.
    “While
you’re here, if you don’t mind, talk to Ten, he needs some advice.”
    “Will
do,” Zane answered as Heath walked away.
    Damn,
he needed some air. As he was following the line toward the reception area a
loud squeal stopped everyone in their tracks.
    “What
in the world?” Pepper came running up to Heath. She’d been manning the groom’s
cake table. The cousins from Highlands Ranch near Lake Buchanan were a familiar
sight at Tebow . Once they’d become acquainted, the
fact that they shared a name, a bloodline and common interests had fast
forwarded their friendship and family ties to a close-knit and trusted association.
    “I
don’t know,” Heath admitted. “I can’t see through this crowd.”
               
“I think it sounded like Libby.” Pepper took off to see what was wrong, her
long sable hair streaming behind her. “I hope she didn’t fall