“Yeah,” Quinn said slowly. “But he’s been working around town lately. Even helped out at the sheriff’s office.” He rubbed his chin. “The kid’s decent, and I don’t think he’d shoot at anybody. Plus, he’s at a football camp over in Boise right now.”
Apparently the sheriff had taken an interest in the kid. Bianca could appreciate that.
Quinn looked back down at the paper. “He has a good future if he doesn’t follow his parents’ mindset. I’m doing my best to steer him the right way.”
“That’s cool of you,” Bianca said. “Does he have any siblings who might’ve followed his lead?”
“No,” Quinn said with a grin. “Just him.” He set the pen down for a moment and rubbed his chin. “I don’t think it’s the group,” he admitted. “But you never know.”
Adam reached over and held her hand. “The movie crew is renting the space out at the old Samuelson place for their RVs and such,” he said. “So they’re pretty far away from the citizens group.”
Bianca turned toward him. “How did you hear that?”
Quinn answered before Adam could. “It’s a small town. Everybody knows everything.”
Bianca nodded slowly. “Yeah, I’m starting to figure that out.”
Quinn picked up his pen again and looked at her. “Walk me through the night again.”
Bianca folded her hands together in her lap. “There was lightning and thunder,” she said. “A lot of it. The storm was really loud.” She paused, remembering the moment. “Mycar bucked,” she continued. “The steering wheel jerked and I swerved. Then I hit a tree.”
Adam watched her quietly from the side, his jaw tight.
“I didn’t hear a gunshot,” she said. “But the storm was so loud I probably wouldn’t have heard one.”
Quinn wrote several more lines on the pad. “Has anything like this happened to you before?”
Bianca thought back over the years she’d been traveling for work. “There’ve been a couple of places where people didn’t want a movie crew coming in, but nobody has ever shot at me before. They usually just yell.”
Quinn glanced at her. “Usually people just yell at you?” he asked.
“Pretty much.”
He studied her for a second. “Do you like your job?”
“I do,” Bianca said without hesitation. “I like seeing where movies can be made. Dealing with the public isn’t my favorite part, but I love finding locations and getting them ready.” She was already looking forward to visiting Boyd’s landscaping business later. The thought of seeing what changes she could make at the Willoughbys’ relaxed her shoulders.
Adam sighed heavily and rubbed the back of his neck. “Sheriff, do you have anything else for us?”
“Yeah.” Quinn’s dark gaze shifted to Bianca, suddenly serious. “Bianca, you need to be careful. If somebody shot at your tire, there’s a chance they’d shoot at you.”
The words settled heavily in the small office.
Bianca felt a chill crawl slowly down her spine, though she forced herself to keep her voice steady. “That wouldn’t stop the movie.”
“That’s probably why they only shot at your tire,” Quinn replied. “They’re trying to scare you. Maybe scare anybody who works with you.”
Adam’s broad shoulders went back. “We don’t scare that easy.”
“I know,” Quinn said. “I’ll get the slug from Elbert, but around here everybody owns a gun. Without a witness it’s going to be hard to narrow it down. I’m also going to talk to Boyd and the Nevin brothers. Then I’ll head out and speak with that citizens group.” His gaze moved back to Adam. “What do you say after lunch?”
“Yeah,” Adam said easily. “That sounds good.” He glanced at Bianca. “I’ll make sure Bianca is covered by then.”
Bianca frowned. “Covered?”
“Well, yeah,” Adam said. “Someone’s shooting at your tires.”
The simple statement made her stomach tighten.