Chapter 48
Mark was on a mission. Last location of the day—The Campbell Inn. Paul and the deputies would have covered every motel, inn and campground in the Two-Lakes County area. If he didn’t find some sign of Duncan soon—
He climbed up the porch steps and immediately knocked into a florist carrying a potted plant. The man obviously hadn’t seen Mark, nor anything else, because when he stepped aside with a gruff “Excuse me,” he banged his hip on a wicker porch chair.
Hmmm. Graceful.
Hmmm. Graceful.Mark maneuvered around waiters carrying trays filled with stacks of china. Staff members hauled freshly cut flowers into the restaurant area. An overly animated Laura Campbell, surrounded by men in dark suits, pointed to a program and was engaged in a heated discussion.
As usual, Laura looke
