Mom relived her horror for me so I could pick her brain. I hoped there might be some small clue that could lead me to know where Ben Oliver had gone. She showed me a photo of a pack of matches that had fallen from his pocket when he’d grabbed her.
“Frank has it, but I took a photo of it before they left,” she whispered.
“Moon Slinger.” I scrunched my face up in thought. “Sounds like some mythical rodeo bar.” I wondered why Frank hadn’t shared this with me. “Have you ever heard of it?”
“No, I’ve no clue,” she closed her eyes for a moment, “and I really don’t care to know.”
“I understand, Mom. I’m sure Frank’s all over it.” I covered her hand with mine as Ty excused himself and pulled out his phone, no doubt googling the name of the place. “I hate that I have to go.” I checked the time.
