One minute later, a thin woman with grayish-blonde hair approached him from the back room.
“Can I help you?’ she asked with a brittle smile.
He held out his hand. “My name is Ray.”
She ignored it. “I’m sorry, who, exactly, are you? April said you asked for me.”
“I’m Sera’s husband. Emma’s father.” He motioned toward the parking lot. “I see her car is here. Where is she? I need to see her.”
Doreen folded her arms under her chest and smiled widely. “Oh. I can understand your confusion. That car is mine. At least, it is now.”
“Is that right?”
“Yes, Sera gave it to me. Said she didn’t need it anymore.”
Ray sighed and rubbed his jaw. “Where is she?”
“She left town a couple of weeks ago, actually. Unfortunately, I haven’t heard from her since.”
Liar.
He restrained himself from grabbin
