Chapter Eighteen
“We’re investigating a stolen truck reported by a Dan McKenzie seven days ago in Seattle. A search and rescue team discovered the truck at the bottom of Buckhorn Lake when flying overhead during training. This morning, a team of divers went down and discovered the truck fits the description of the stolen truck. The serial number matches.”
Maggie stood in the open doorway, facing two Sequim deputies. “Come in, please.” Her heart raced, and her hand trembled as she held the screen door open. Richard, what are you doing? She wished he were here, because right now she was fighting the panicked urge to ramble. But he wasn’t, because he’d driven Ryley to school while she was getting dressed this morning.
“Richard’s not home right now. I’m not sure how I can help.” Call Diane.
