21
Find Wade.
We scooped up the mission without hesitation. Mrs. Janowski was on the phone with the police. Edna and Sylvia called all area hotels and motels. I drew the short straw and had to call Hank.
As we stood in the parking lot, each involved with our task, I waited as the phone rang. My stomach twisted. I wasn’t sure what kind of reception I’d get, if any. Not only that, but what did I tell him?
“Where’s Ida?” Hank asked as soon as he answered.
“We’re all at Sandy’s house.”
“She told you about Sandy?”
“Nothing personal. Ida told us to find Wade. He entered Sandy’s room last night.”
“Is she okay?”
“She has a bruise on her cheek. Ida’s trying to comfort her now.”
“And she’s positive it’s Wade?”
“I’m positive it’s Wade.”
“Why?”
“He’s looking for the necklace, even posed a
