They moved from business to business, flashing the picture of the mystery girl. A few of the locals had seen her, although she had managed to move through the town relatively unnoticed. Nobody knew where she had come from or where she was staying, only that she wasn"t local. When she did come to town she came for supplies, spending little, and they were starting to suspect she had light fingers too.
“They"re staying close by,” Rachel said as they walked. “We could scout the surrounding area, borrow a car and investigate the nearby houses.”
Roxy snorted. “Or we could go out into the middle of nowhere, dig a hole for ourselves, and lay down and die. Cut out the middleman.”
“You"re not being particularly helpful.”
“Well, you"re not being particularly bright,” Roxy grumbled. “We don"t know
