Chapter Three
Chase
The girl lived in a motel, and since she’d come to town on a bus and lost access to all her personal and financial information, I assumed she had no car either. “What have you been using as transportation, Arabella?”
Her cheeks went pink as she looked down. “My feet.”
“It’s mid-July. The temperature hovers in the high nineties every single day. You’re telling me you’ve been walking to interviews every day in this heat?” I thought about how far removed my office was from just about everything. “Wait. How did you get here? We’re fifteen miles out of town.”
“I walked.” She ran her hand over her dark hair, which was slick and shiny and looked more like she’d just stepped out of a salon than that she’d walked miles in the blistering heat. “I had my hair up in a tight bu
