CHAPTER SEVEN
GRANT FORRESTER WAS blissfully unaware of anything that had unfolded after he’d left Stella’s house. He headed north, opting to stop for the night in Abilene.
He used the break wisely, grabbing takeout from a drive-through then settling into his hotel room. He arranged his notepad so that he could play back his audio interview of Stella and take notes while having dinner.
She was a lot of fun to talk to, he acknowledged as he smiled. I may have to travel back there someday and say hello.
At the three-hour mark, he paused the audio, stretched, and stood to move around a bit, then retook his seat and kept going. By eleven p.m. he’d capped his pen and smiled in triumph.
“This is gonna make a great read,” he beamed.
Before he went to bed, he crafted an email to the point of
