Chapter Twenty-Eight
Carol kicked at a piece of rock strayed from the rose bed in front of Hillcrest as Sheriff Dennison radioed the dispatcher. She had hated calling the police about Clarence's disappearance, but now he'd missed supper too. She couldn't let him think he could leave any time without checking out. If she let him get away with it once, he'd do it again and again.
She crossed her arms across her chest and paced, glancing at the sun slicing lower in the sky. The birds had begun evening twitterings and lullabies.
Clarence had no family to call.
No one to reinforce the dangers.
No one to back her up.
No one to care whether he lived or died.
Sheriff Dennison replaced the radio and faced her. He raked his fingers through his already tousled sandy hair. No pot belly on h
