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though, where she had paced.

      “It’s her car, isn’t it?”

      He nodded. “But she wasn’t in it when the car went off the road.”

      She didn’t seem to hear him. “Oh, my God, she could be out there anywhere, wandering around, maybe having her baby.”

      “Arlene.” He touched her arm. “She wasn’t in the car when it went off the road.”

      She stared at him. “What?”

      “Come here.” He walked her over to the spot where the car tracks left the road. “See. Someone walked around here, then walked to the edge of the road. See how deep the footprints are?”

      “What are you saying?”

      “The car was pushed off the road. The keys were in it and the car was in Neutral.”

      “Why would Charlotte do that?”

      “The prints would indicate the size and shape of a woman’s shoe.”

      Arlene met his gaze. “How do you know so much about this kind of stuff?”

      “I like murder mysteries,” he said truthfully.

      She looked sickened as she glanced back down into the ravine. “She’s run off, hasn’t she?”

      “It would appear that way. Her purse isn’t in the car. There was no sign of a struggle. Did she take a suitcase or an overnight bag when she left for her doctor’s appointment?”

      Arlene shook her head. “I don’t know. She could have put one in the car the night before.”

      “We’ll know more once we get the car out of the ravine. Who should I call?” He pulled out his cell phone but quickly realized he couldn’t get any coverage out here. “I’ll call from town.”

      She nodded and gave him a name of a tow truck operator. “Thank you.”

      He wished there was something he could say to relieve her worry. “She isn’t alone. Someone met her here.” He pointed to another set of tire tracks on the opposite side of the road.

      “I can’t imagine who it could have been.” She frowned as if she remembered something.

      “What?”

      “Just that I’ve seen a car I didn’t recognize drive by the house numerous times over the past few months,” she said. “A silver SUV.”

      “Did you happen to notice the license plate?”

      She shook her head. “I didn’t pay much attention to it. I wouldn’t have noticed it at all except that we get so little traffic out our way.”

      “You didn’t see the driver?”

      “No. I can’t be sure if it was a man or a woman.”

      “You don’t know of anyone who drives a car like it?” he asked.

      She shook her head again. “I wish I was of more help.”

      “Don’t worry. She’ll turn up.”

      “Only if she wants to be found. You don’t know Charlotte.”

      Hank smiled and put his arm around Arlene as he walked her back to his car. “Charlotte doesn’t know me.”

      HANK WAITED UNTIL the tow truck operator unhooked Charlotte’s car in the front yard of the farmhouse before opening the car.

      Arlene came out of the house and stood on the porch, watching.

      Hank slid behind the wheel, careful not to touch anything. He heard Arlene come up to the side of the car.

      “You still aren’t convinced she ran away,” Arlene said.

      “Better to be safe than sorry,” he said as he tilted his head to study the steering wheel. “How tall did you say your daughter was?”

      “Five-four.”

      “Someone taller drove her car last,” he said. “She work on her own car?”

      Arlene’s laugh had an edge to it. “And ruin her nails?”

      He sniffed the steering wheel, then got out and checked the hood latch.

      “What is it?” she asked.

      “Engine grease on the steering wheel. Whoever drove the car had it on their hands, but it apparently didn’t come from this car.”

      “So it came from the other car,” Bo said, coming out of the house to join them. “You already suspected she met someone out there and rode with them. So what’s the big deal about the engine grease?”

      “Nothing maybe,” Hank said. “I guess it would depend on who picked her up out there.”

      “Seems pretty clear to me,” Bo said. “No one uses that shortcut, so it couldn’t have been just someone passing by. Charlotte had obviously set it up. No one would see her get into the other car. Seems to me she was buying time by ditching hers.” He looked at his mother as if she was the reason Charlotte had run away.

      “That’s one theory,” Hank admitted. “So who did pick her up?”

      “Don’t look at me,” Bo said. “I don’t know anything about it.” He turned to head back into the house.

      “But you know who fathered her baby,” Hank said to the young man’s retreating back.

      It was only a slight movement of the shoulders, a telltale sign. “What does it matter anyway? The guy obviously doesn’t want anything to do with her.”

      Arlene looked as if she wanted to trail after her son. “Bo doesn’t know anything. He’s just talking.”

      Bo knew something. And if he knew, then Hank figured it wouldn’t be that hard to find out. There was nothing Hank loved more than a challenge. “I’ll see if I can find anything out.”

      “I’ve tried for months without any luck.”

      “Don’t worry,” he said, giving her a reassuring smile. “I have a way with people.”

      ARLENE RETURNED his smile, thinking he certainly did. She’d tried for months to find out who the father of the baby was without any luck at all. “I’m not sure it’s going to do any good, though. If she’s run off with him…”

      “Then at least you’ll know who she’s with.”

      “Why are you doing this?” she had to ask.

      Hank moved to her and took both of her hands in his. “Because I like you and you need help.”

      She tried to pull away, hating the fact that she needed anyone’s help but maybe especially Hank’s. That wasn’t the relationship she wanted with him. “I don’t want you dragged into my problems.”

      “Arlene, this doesn’t change how I feel about you.”

      How could it not? And how did he feel about her? “I’m a terrible mother.”

      He laughed. “No, you’re not.”

      “Oh, you have no idea. The mistakes I’ve made…”

      “Believe me, my mistakes are legendary.”

      “I wish I could do it over,” she said with heat. “I would do things so differently.”

      He chuckled. “Wouldn’t we all.” He let go of her hands to step to the car. She watched him lock it. “For the time being, don’t drive the car. Let me see what I can find out.”

      She nodded numbly. She couldn’t help being worried about Charlotte and the baby. “I didn’t realize how much I wanted to be there when my first grandbaby was born. I had wanted Charlotte to put the baby up for adoption.

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