Chapter 21
MILO TUNED THREE PIANOS Saturday morning, and even though the process went smoothly, the chords ringing out true and clear in nearly perfect pitch, he still felt dejected. He probably could’ve tried harder to find Britta yesterday, but when she wasn’t at the library booth or any of the food booths, he’d given up and returned home. It was cowardly, but there were enough doubts swirling through his mind that he didn’t care if Elise thought he was a chicken.
When he returned to Echo Ridge, he stopped by Fay’s Café and grabbed a bite to eat. He swiped cookie crumbs off his shirt and was about to slide into the seat of his car when he noticed his phone on the front seat. It must have slid out of his pocket. He picked it up and swiped his finger across the screen. There was one miss
