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“I guess that’ll work. In the meantime, what’s your take on the situation, Dick?”
“I think the girl’s a runaway,” he answered at once. “Her folks bought her a cute little bright-red Toyota truck, one of those Tacoma four-by-fours, for graduation. She’s evidently got a purse full of credit cards and probably a good deal of cash as well. Once she starts using plastic for gas or food, it won’t take long to get a line on her.”
Joa
Once again, Joa
“Look,” Joa
Putting down the phone, Joa
“I’m going to have to leave now,” Joa
Lisa shook her head. “It’s not a good idea,” she said. “Je
Here was another jarring transition-in the opposite direction this time-from cop to mother. It hadn’t occurred to Joa
For most people, that might not have been such a big deal. To Joa
“But, I just… ” she began.
Lisa, clearly as practiced at handling distressed parents as she was homesick campers, shook her head. “No, Mrs. Brady,” she said adamantly. “Really. It’ll be far harder on Je
Joa
With that, she headed back toward the Eagle. Around her were squeals and laughter-the sounds of girls at play. In the background from high in the trees she heard the soft sifting of wind through pine needles-the whispering pines that had given the camp its name.
You’re being stupid, Joa
She was in the car and about to put her key in the ignition when the thought came to her. I wonder if David and Katherine O’Brien had a chance to tell Bria
Sheriff Joa
And yet, in that moment, a glimmer of absolute knowledge came to her from somewhere else-from something or some-one outside herself. From that moment on, despite all rational arguments to the contrary, Joa
Not only that, halfway down the mountain, Joa
While the sudden five-thousand-foot drop in altitude sent the Eagle’s interior temperature soaring, Joa
Emotional turmoil-not only reliving her own hurt but also anticipating what soon might be happening with the O’Briens-made it difficult for Joa
Because of the heat, Joa
Taking that into consideration, she changed her mind about skipping off at the department first thing. Instead, she drove straight home to High Lonesome Ranch. Barely pausing to greet the two dogs, Tigger and Sadie, Joa
If Bree is dead, I probably won’t be able to do a damned thing to help those poor people, she told her image in the mirror as she gave her short red hair one last shot of hair spray. If nothing else, though, at least I’ll look competent. That may be the best I can do.