CHAPTER ELEVEN
The establishment Carly had spotted featured a big plastic sheep’s head with enormous horns above the door. There was no sign bearing any business name, but she guessed it didn’t need one. Judging from the customers cheerfully coming and going, it looked like the sort of place that all the locals knew about.
Carly’s hopes rose as Lyle pulled into the parking lot beside the building.
She explained, “This must be the Bighorn. Jolene just mentioned it as one of the places where Ariana liked to hang out.”
“That’s interesting,” Lyle said with interest as he turned off the car engine. “It seems to be directly on the route Gemma would most likely have walked from the Kasbah movie theater to her home.”
Carly nodded and added, “Maybe the Bighorn is a hangout our two victims had
