Margaret Daley - Hidden In The Everglades

“Gabe, maybe Michael and I could go to Laurie’s and see if she or her mother are home yet. That way you can use all your men for the search.”

“Fine. As I told you before, I can use any help I can get. Call if you find out anything.” Gabe opened his car door and climbed inside.

“I will.” The sun’s rays tinted Kyra’s cheeks a rosy color.

“You said something about expanding the search. Are you going to search the swamp?” Michael glimpsed a patrol car coming down the street.

“I haven’t heard back from Wilson yet. If Amy’s kayak is gone at the Main Street dock, yes. If not, we should concentrate on the town and the surrounding area. Since someone most likely picked her up in a car, that’s probably how she’s traveling.”

“Laurie has a car. Amy’s Camry is still in the garage.” He prayed it was Laurie who had come and picked Amy up. The alternative could mean his sister was dead like the two young men.

“If Laurie isn’t there, at least check with Mrs. Carson to see if her car is gone.” Gabe kneaded the cords of his neck. “Or look into the garage. If I remember correctly, there’s a window that allows you to see inside. But you didn’t hear that from me.”

Kyra chuckled. “I never heard a word.”

Michael kept thinking about the swamp, the lure of the slow-moving water. “What if she didn’t use her kayak but someone else’s?”

“We’ll explore the swamp even if her kayak is at the dock, but that kind of search requires a lot of manpower and coordination. I couldn’t get it together before dark. If nothing turns up, we’ll start tomorrow morning. I’ll put the call in to the sheriff’s department about the possibility. Maybe they can spare a few people to help.”

“Fine,” Michael said between gritted teeth.

Gabe ambled over to Nichols, who had parked and was getting out of his car. The police chief spoke to his officer, then the young man got back in the cruiser and left. Gabe took his cell out and made a call.

Michael pulled out his car keys. “I’ll drive.”

“Maybe I should wash my shoes again or change.”

“Don’t worry. I’ll clean the car after this is all over with.” He pointed down at his boots. “I feel like the clock is ticking on this.”

“Fine, I understand.” Kyra slipped into his car as he did. “Is it just Laurie and her mother?”

“Yes, Laurie lives with only her mother. If Laurie is anything like Amy in the summer, she’s sleeping in. Usually Amy isn’t up until ten or eleven.” He started the Saturn’s engine. Before backing out, he twisted toward Kyra. “Should I call Laurie first? See if she’s there. It could be a wasted trip, like Officer Connors’s.”

“No. If she’s home, I’d like to see her reaction when she finds out about Amy going missing. I might be able to tell if she knows anything and isn’t saying.”

Текст предоставлен ООО «ЛитРес».

Прочитайте эту книгу целиком, купив полную легальную версию на ЛитРес.

Безопасно оплатить книгу можно банковской картой Visa, MasterCard, Maestro, со счета мобильного телефона, с платежного терминала, в салоне МТС или Связной, через PayPal, WebMoney, Яндекс.Деньги, QIWI Кошелек, бонусными картами или другим удобным Вам способом.