CHAPTER 8
“Have you seen this woman?” Sam held out her phone for the millionth time to show the picture of Jill she’d nabbed from social media.
The fifty-something venue manager slipped on her glasses and briefly studied the image. “Nope. I’m sorry.”
“Are you sure? She would have been with one of the bands.”
“Honey, there were literally more than a hundred bands here for the festival this weekend. And that was on top of the tourists. You’re looking for a needle in a haystack.”
Sam wilted. “Thank you for your time.” The manager walked away, and she rejoined Griff at the front doors. “Any luck?”
But she knew the answer before he even opened his mouth. They’d combed Gatlinburg, hitting up every venue they could find, checking with every hotel, motel, and lodging along the way. No one ha
