Three months had passed since Griffin left Chicago. He stepped out of his car into the blustery cold wind. He hadn’t missed the winter.
Indy was a different story.
He hadn’t heard from her since they’d spoken outside the hospital. She wouldn’t return any of his calls, so he’d quit calling. He hadn’t expected her to call either. Avoidance was more difficult in person.
Looking up and down her street, he didn’t see her car. He rang the front bell. She didn’t answer, so he walked down the dark gangway to the back. A small light shone in the kitchen. He peered through the window. The room looked different. Then it hit him.
Her cows were gone.
He didn’t want to call her cell. She probably wouldn’t take his call. In person would be better. Griffin went next door to see if Eddie had any infor
