She stopped by her house and dropped CD off so he would not have to wait in the car; she didn’t know how long she would be. She checked to make sure the program was running that was looking for the vehicles they were targeting.
As she drove to Bigfork, she realized it was past lunchtime, so she stopped at the Dairy Queen for some chicken fingers and looked up the directions to his house on her phone. She got back in and drove the three minutes to his house. She knocked several times and turned to leave, thinking no one was home. Maybe God didn’t want her to do this.
“Hello,” a voice said behind her.
“I’m sorry. I thought no one was home. My name is Jen. Are you Gordon Denver?” He nodded. “I wonder if I could talk with you for a few minutes.”
“I was on the back patio and thought I hear
