SikestonIt might have been better to hole up somewhere and wait for morning, but Shake was beginning to understand the time crunch that Jim was feeling. And the state university element—if their facilities were being used as some sort of cover—was disturbing. He drove to Honker’s where a sleepy night man accepted a twenty to open the gates and let him hook up the bass boat and trailer. He was headed for Sikeston, so it seemed like a good idea to drop off the boat with Sarah on his way to see someone at the Missouri Highway Patrol office there. His initial instinct was to take the story to the county sheriff, but this all seemed like something that should be reported to a higher authority.
During the drive he thought over what he’d discovered from Deeter Manson, filling in blanks in the pa
