After Molly and her mother drove away, Dwight took a few deep breaths and took out his smartphone to do some research. He knew the Blythes lived in Cambridge, and with any luck, they were listed in the phone book.
They were.
He paced around the sidewalk for a minute collecting his thoughts, then sat down on Maggie and Nina’s front stoop. Elbows propped on his knees, he dialed the Blythes’ number. He hoped her father answered as opposed to her mother, because she’d come off as the more hostile of the two.
Of course her mother answered.
“Mrs. Blythe, hello, this is Dwight Conner. I’m the one you met—”
“I know who you are. Why are you calling?”
Her sharp tone got under his skin right away. “I’m calling because I’m trying to find Maggie. I heard she took a new job and I’m assuming it’s t
