CHAPTER TWENTY TWO
Keri was getting anxious. They were only a few minutes from the truck stop and Patterson still hadn’t pinpointed which red truck Curt Stoller might have transferred the girls to. After sending the text to Mariela Caldwell’s phone, she called Patterson for the third time in less than an hour. Ray looked at her dubiously.
“Keri, don’t you think he’d call us if he had something?”
“That guy gets so into the details he might just forget. I’m going to give him a little jumpstart.”
“You’re going to give him an ulcer,” Ray countered. But it was too late. Detective Patterson had already picked up.
“I’m working on it,” he said before she could speak.
“Yeah, well I’m going to help you work on it, Garrett, because we’re almost there. You found Stoller’s truck, right?”
“Yes,”
