Chapter 8
Are you sure it’s an old and valuable map?”
“Could be a doodle. Maybe it’s an abstract painting, one of those things that looks the same whether it’s right side up or upside down.”
“Tom.” I pulled into my event center lot. I concentrated on weaving the van between about fifteen haphazardly parked vehicles—all left, no doubt, by folks who’d gone to the lake. I shook my head. “Do you think Drew had the map in his coat to sell to these clients he was going to see?”
“Well, now that we know he was meeting someone or ones at the library, we can try to find out. We’re working on tracing the map and how Drew may have ended up with it.”
I took a deep breath. “Have you found out anything about Sandee? Has anyone else seen her?”
“We’re working on it, but so far, we’ve come up empty.”
