I was excited to finally be making the trip to Colorado that I'd planned for earlier in the year. Sure, July was going to be hotter than May would have been, but I was still going to enjoy the breathtaking scenery on my first ever trip to Colorado Springs.Breathtaking was the right word, though, as I found myself slightly lightheaded from the city's altitude. That didn't stop me from getting out to enjoy the sights, though. I was only a few minutes into my first hike when I found myself being yelled at by a total stranger, though. It was a case of mistaken identity, even if he really didn't want to believe me.I went back to my hotel hoping I'd seen the last of Garrett Braun. In spite of my recent run of bad luck, I wasn't anticipating what happened next. The police woke me the next morning with the news that Garrett had been found dead near the campsite where he'd been staying. And the police weren't any more convinced than Garrett had been that I wasn't the woman who'd stolen a fortune from him twelve years earlier.I still think I could have proven my identity without any help, but my best friend, Gina, wouldn't hear of it. She sent her brother, George, to talk to the police on my behalf, in spite of the difficult history between George and me. And once he'd arrived, George was determined to stay in Colorado Springs until my name was completely crossed off the list of suspects in the murder investigation.I only got involved in the investigation to get rid of George.