BRITA FINALLY MANAGED to get hold of Alf. They were passing over the encampment area in the chopper and heading south, toward the spot indicated by the GPS search of Andy’s cell phone a few hours earlier. “What’s up? Did you guys find Dini yet?”
Alf snorted. “Not quite.” He told her what had happened at the cabin.
Brita shook her head. “He must have changed the records somehow.”
“We just talked to Spence Greer. The realtor.”
“Yeah, what did he say about the mix up?”
“Remember he mentioned that there was a break-in at his office a couple of days ago?”
Brita sighed. “Yeah.”
“He said it was strange, nothing was taken, in fact he wouldn’t have even known somebody was there except the computer was on when he came in the next morning and he always turns it off at night before he leaves.”
