23
Pitt
“Why the long face, Pitt?” my grandfather asked me as we sat outside on his porch, watching the February snow falling in the afternoon sky.
I leaned back in the old white rocker, wishing that things hadn’t turned out the way they had. “She was supposed to be here with me, Gramps. Instead, I have no idea where Kaylee Simpson is.”
“You still going on about that girl, boy?” He shook his head. “You’ve done all you can do. You got those folks’ phone number, didn’t ya’?”
“I did get the Jamison’s phone number.” Camilla Chambers had found out who’d given Kaylee a ride to Aruba to catch a plane at the airport. “But they’d said that she didn’t say much at all. So, that was a dead end.”
“Well, that’s a good thing they told ya’ that. At least you know she wasn’t kidn*pped or nothing like
