Del had tried to grab a nap while she waited for Nick, but she was way too wound up for sleep. So, instead, she waited on tenterhooks as the hours crawled by. They seemed more like days.
Her stomach churned with excitement and hope. All Nick had told her over the phone was that he’d found a letter hidden in the wall at Westbrook. When she’d quizzed him further, he’d said that he was driving straight to Kingfisher Farm and they could talk then. Before discovering the letter, Nick had been planning to stay at a hotel. He’d sounded exhausted – emotionally spent. Now he was driving four hours in the middle of the night to show her what he’d found. It must be pretty significant to have changed his mind.
Del scrubbed her hands over her face. Right now, all she had was speculation and conjectur
