Straight Search“There’s nothing different or out of place.” Kit sank onto the soft mattress with a sigh. “His clothes are here, his computer, even his favourite shirt. When he left this room, he expected to return.”
“What about his wallet?” Jerry asked. His head bobbed up and down as he searched under the bed. His long arms reached out of sight and his fingers hauled out a stray sock, which he deposited next to Kit’s bare toes.
She shrugged and poked her index finger through a ringlet dangling near her left eye. “His car is at the university. I guess he took his wallet and keys and just nipped out like he said.” Kit unwound the ringlet and watched it recoil as she let go. “I remember getting home from work and heard his radio. He didn’t answer when I knocked. Later, I popped my head arou
