“One was a pretty woman in her thirties that drives a nice blue Mustang. She would usually come by in the afternoon and only stay for a few hours and then leave a little ruffled looking. I knew she was married because she would usually look down the street both ways and would take a few minutes to pretty up her face in the rear view mirror before driving off. Once I saw her driving her car downtown in Wheatland about 2 months ago, and a guy about her age was actually driving the car and she was a passenger. We both stopped at a red-light and the guy had pulled up beside me on the left. She looked over at me and seemed startled when she recognized me,” she said.
“Right at the edge of town here in Wheatland is a workout facility called The Club, and I have seen that blue Mustang parked ther
