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LATER THAT EVENING, THE FIFTH of November, 2017, Houston, Lyn was weary as she drove up Kirby Drive. She checked her phone at a stop light. Nothing. She threw it on the passenger seat. It wasn’t going to do any good looking at it every minute. Her worry had slipped out of sight while she was consoling Eleanor. But it had returned within two blocks of her departure from Eleanor’s apartment. Her intentions were set, and she would march forward. In the morning, she was driving to San Saba. On the way, she would call Ed Reid, although she suspected Bennie had already told him.
In her driveway, she noticed a note stuck on her garage door as it was rolling up, and she pushed the remote to roll the door back down. She read it in the car’s headlights. Then she jumped from the car and ran to
