Chapter 17
They decided to find out if Mrs. Winslow went home. When they arrived, there was no sign of her.
“Let’s go to the gas station and see if she headed there,” Keplar said.
“Sounds good to me. I’m going to put on the siren and lights. We need to find her.”
When they pulled into the gas station, the young man asked, “What’s going on?”
“Has Mrs. Winslow stopped here in the last few minutes?” Knutson asked.
“No, haven’t seen her in at least a week.”
“Listen, we need to find the closest junkyard,” Keplar asked as he leaned over in front of Knutson. “You sure you have no idea where it may be?”
“I don’t, but maybe one of my buddies does. Let me go in and make a call.”
Two minutes later, he came rushing back out, “Ralph, one of my friends, says there is one out on 169 near t
