CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
DECEMBER 7, 1960
Today was the anniversary of Pearl Harbor, and life here was a reenactment. After only four hours of sleep, I woke up at six o’clock and called Jessie right away. There had been no word from Denise, and the hospitals had no record of admittance. I told her to stay put, and then I called Russ to come get me.
Once again, Russ and I searched along the road between here and Crawfordsville, but we didn’t see Denise’s old Studebaker anywhere. Then, on our way back to Jessie’s, I spotted fresh car tracks in the snow on an old road that leads to the lake. “Is there a short-cut to Jessie’s place off that road?” I asked.
“Yeah, there’s a turn-off,” Russ nodded. “But why would anyone take the old road, especially in the snow?”
“Looks as if somebody did. Let’s
