Chapter Seventy One:
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“GOOD. CALL THE sheriff and tell him what happened, then ask him for a ride to work in the morning. If a black car comes down the hill to the lake, it will have to pass Dan’s house. My guess is before it pulls down your drive, there will be a sheriff’s car following it.”
“What about my van?”
“Don’t drive it until I have a chance to take a look at it. Leave it exactly where it is. If he was waiting for you, he might have messed with your van just to make sure you didn’t run off.”
Angie stepped out onto the porch, her arms wrapped around her waist, her head shaking. “I’m afraid, Wilkes.”
He knew he should stay away from her, but in three steps he reached her. If ever there was a woman who needed a hug, it was Angie.
He wrapped her in his arms and held on tightl
