She shook her head. “His picture was in the paper, though. That writer.”
Kane’s hadn’t eaten since San Antonio. He asked the receptionist for a restaurant recommendation. A place called Reata was within walking distance, she said. “It’s named after the ranch in Giant. You know, the Jimmy Dean movie?” Kane didn’t bother correcting her.
Averill probably would have liked Reata, with its cattle brand logo and cowboy cuisine. Pictures of James Dean atop his trusty steed staring wistfully at the old homestead adorned the walls, and the restaurant’s chairs were covered with cowhide, according to his server.
As he enjoyed his enchilada platter and a frozen margarita, Kane reviewed police reports about the investigation. In addition to searches by law enforcement, on the ground and by air, volun
