CHAPTER 44
Clarice had warned her, but Amanda knew she was fast running out of options.
The digital images of the six faces were sent to Master Sergeant Shelley Thomas with a three word query, “Any familiar? Urgent!”
Then she’d sent Clarice to bed and come out to huddle on the porch chair as the chill morning took shape.
One last task, one she’d been avoiding for hours. One last duty and then she could sleep. Or try to.
She placed a phone call to another destination. Left a two word message in a dead end mailbox that had never been attached to any phone.
