CHAPTER THIRTEEN
“DID HE TELL you where you were supposed to meet this Chance fellow?” Barnett Templeton asked from behind the sheriff’s desk. “Tell you to wait for a call? Tell you to call him? Anything?”
Reed watched as Hayley sat across from the sheriff, dry washing her hands as she shook her head.
Barnett nodded, his lips pressed into a thin line. He glanced down at his desk a moment, running a hand through his short, blond hair. When he glanced back at Hayley, his piercing blue eyes seemed at a loss. “Did he at least allow you to talk to your friend to let you know what he said was actually true? That he had kidnapped her?”
“He called me from her phone,” Hayley said. “I don’t think he could do that unless he had her. Other than that, all he told me was that one of them would call
