Chapter 15Where is Melissa? Lawton looked first at the sun and then at his watch. Damn it, where in hell is she? As a rule, Melissa was nothing if not punctual. But then, Maude loved to talk. Maybe she’d just had trouble getting away. He should call and remind Maude that Missy had a home to return to.
He stepped through the back door, shrugged out of his denim jacket and hung it on the pegged rack on the outer wall. From the feel of that wind, he’d say the season’s first storm was coming in. The twinges in his shoulder and the sites of other, older injuries confirmed that notion with their own omens. He poured a cup of coffee before picking up the phone to dial Maude’s number.
Melissa had left Maude’s almost two hours ago. That news didn’t make him feel a bit better. Where was she? After
