CHAPTER 18
RICK O’BRIAN WAS FINISHING his lunch in a small café in Florence when he decided to go to the police. He just pushed back his chair to stand when a young girl of about twenty-three approached. “Excuse me, but are you Cindy’s husband?”
“Yes, I am.”
She pulled out a chair and sat down. “I was told you are looking for her and thought I should find you and tell you where she is.”
“Do you know?”
“I think so. She was having an affair with another student, a Mr. Warren Steelgrave. She told me she had moved into his apartment with him and was never going home. Then, she heard you were here and they decided to leave for America. I thought you should know. I do not have an address, just a town. It is Ulysses, Kansas.”
Rick stared at her for a moment thinking. Then, he said, “Thank y
