“Not on my side of the county. But be my guest. Just call me if you find her.” He knew it was a waste of time, but then, if it had been Midge—maybe he’d have been as foolish too.
Hank cooled his heels for another hour waiting, when Birch Valley Stables was suddenly overrun by a stream of headlights and engines; two county trucks, Jake’s Jeep and Midge’s tiny Ford pulled into the yard all at once. The rain had stopped, though the storm was still alive, thunder sounding through the valley as though it was about to strike again.
“What’s this? The posse?” He snarled at them all, leaving his most lethal looking expression for Midge. “Why are you here?”
“I thought we could wait together.”
“Well,” he frowned, “you thought wrong. Go home, Midge.”
“But…” Her expression was desperate, her hear
