“I’m not sure,” Dawson said. “I don’t think it was anywhere in Dover. He made it seem as if it was a hassle to come back, even for the closing.”

“When’s the last time you saw Coyote?” A.L. asked.

“At that closing,” Dawson said. “Once the paperwork was signed and I’d written a check, he couldn’t wait to get out of here.”

“What title company handled the sale?” A.L. asked.

Dawson closed his eyes. “Mc... Mc... McPherson Title,” he said, opening them.

It might give them a place to start. The title company might have an address for Coyote at the time of the sale. “Do you recall any of Coyote’s friends?”

“I don’t know much about him after he got out of high school. But in school, he and Chuck Hayes were buddies. I can still see them in Chuck’s car. He had an old Mustang convertible. Black. I think it was a ’67 or a ’68. And the two of them rode around in that car, looking for trouble. I thought they were so cool.”

“Did Coyote and Chuck find lots of trouble?” Rena asked.

Dawson smiled. “I don’t know. But it was fun thinking that they did.” He paused. “Is Coyote in trouble now? Is that why you’re asking all these questions about him?”

“Just trying to locate him,” A.L. said easily. “Appreciate the tip on Chuck Hayes. Where does he live?”

“Behind the high school. Biggest house on the street. Red brick.”

They’d seen the high school on the first visit. “Anything else you can think of that might lead us to Coyote?”

“No. But if you find him, can you tell him it would have been nice to know that the backyard floods every spring. But I guess that’s just buyer beware,” Dawson added, his tone good-natured.

“Good luck painting the house,” Rena said. “Nice color.”

“My girlfriend picked it out,” Dawson said. “I’m not so sure about it. But if she moves in, it will be worth it.”

“That’s so nice,” Rena said, when they were back in the car. Then she glanced at A.L. “What? No smart remark that I’m a romantic fool.”

“Nope.”

“Are you feeling okay? Need more sleep? An iron pill? Testosterone cream?”

A.L. ignored her and checked something on his phone. He turned the corner.

“Where are you going?” Rena asked. “The high school is the other direction.”

“I know. We’re going to do a quick swing by McPherson Title.”

“Tess still working at Hampton Title Company?”

“Yeah. The stories she tells about Clark Hampton make me think he’s kind of a goof but she likes her coworkers and likes the work. No reason to be looking for anything else. I think she really appreciates how flexible they were when she needed time off last spring.”