He shook his head. “If you should need any help, I'll do what I can. You should know that the local police have had a lot of calls about you and have seen a number of your old pictures. Everybody still wants to talk to you, and you won't avoid them for long.”
Lynn studied Ron Taylor and wondered if she was talking to a friend, or someone else with an agenda. How could she trust him? He had to have his own agenda, like everyone else. Taylor had been the one who got her released. Maybe he was the one who had come to pick her up, and this was some elaborate scheme to get her to say something incriminating, or to get her to give up the satchel, by catching her off guard. Lynn needed some answers. “So, why aren't they here now? And why did you signal them to let me leave?”
“I let you go becau
