CHAPTER NINETEEN
She went directly to the Legion Hall, which was located on the western edge of Belton. It sat off of the highway, situated in the midst of a paved parking lot that was in desperate need of repair. When she parked in the lot at 2:05, she only saw five cars in the parking lot—one of them apparently belonging to the man she saw sitting on a riding lawn mower, making a lap around the back lawn.
She allowed herself a moment to stretch her back before entering. The driving and tension of the last two days had caught up to her. Every muscle felt tight, every joint inflamed and sore. She knew she couldn’t keep journeying back and forth whenever it pleased her. Not only was it a good way to slow down the progress of the case, but it was also taking its toll on her.
When she walk
