Seven
Peter stepped outside and looked down at my car. He c****d an eyebrow as he looked at me.
“A long lost daughter?” he asked.
“Funny,” I said. “Here’s the short and sweet of it. This girl came up to me as I was leaving the Mystic Trail. Said she’d been kidnapped by men who were trying to get her mother to do some kind of work for them. Now I’m trying to help her find her mother who has since disappeared.”
“So you’ve got a child in your car who isn’t yours,” he said evenly, “without the permission of her parents. She claims she has been kidnapped. If that’s true, if they find the girl and you, I imagine they’d call you the kidnapper. Have you actually lost your mind this time?”
“What do you mean ‘this time’?” I asked. “It’s not like I’ve ever brought you a kidnapped child before. W
