Several hours later, Ruth pursed her lips and silently issued dire threats to the weather. She had spent the better part of the morning walking the different beach access paths. She’d only retreated when the rain showers became more frequent and the sky grew darker.
Now she hurried through the misty rain over to the information board at the entrance to Yachats State Park. In one hand, she carried several laminated Missing Person notices. In the other hand, she held a professional grade staple gun.
She had graduated from a standard office stapler to a heavy duty staple gun three weeks after she’d found out Mike had disappeared when the jerks here and in town kept removing her posters. She was going to make it as difficult for them to pull out the staples as she could.
Placing a poster ag
