Chapter Six
“Found her car,” Carmen said from the other end of the phone.
Mark pressed it to his ear as he took in the scene at the house, where the chief was pulling in. His dog had come running back, though from where, he hadn’t a clue.
“Where?” he said, looking around, very aware that the feeling he’d had before that someone was watching him was now long gone.
“Behind the crop of trees at the back of the house,” she said. “If you keep walking to those trees, it opens to a big field of overgrown grass and brush. The driver’s door is open. It was sitting right in the middle of the field as if someone got out and walked away…”
“On my way,” was all he said before hanging up.
Her cruiser was parked beside his Jeep, and the chief was now climbing out of his car. He had on a ball cap and
