“At the home of the woman who was in the trunk of Carol’s car. I found out her last name is Guntner. Heard it?”

“No, but you know when you said her name was Dolly?”

“Yeah?”

“I’m wondering if maybe I did hear that name when Carol saw the woman outside Knight’s. I thought I heard her say ‘Golly.’ You know, like golly, there’s my friend. I wonder now if she was actually saying her name.”

“Huh,” Duckworth said.

“What does that mean?”

“I’m just thinking.”

“What?”

“Why don’t you come out here?”

“Where’s here?”

Duckworth gave him directions to the Guntner house.

“I thought you didn’t want me hanging around while you were doing your investigating?” Trevor said.

“There’s something I want to ask you.”

“So ask.”

“In person.”

Trevor was quiet for a moment. “Okay. I’ll be there in a few minutes.”

Duckworth continued with his search, slowly walking through both levels of the barn, looking for anything that might catch his eye. Although the structure did look as though it was once used for the care of livestock, not much evidence of that remained beyond a few strands of hay scattered across the floor.

Once he’d finished wandering the inside of the building, he exited it. He wanted to walk the perimeter of the barn, explore the grounds around it. In one direction was a large expanse of field, and in the other, near the barn, a forested area.

First, however, he wanted that picture on the desk in the upstairs room that showed Dolores with two people Duckworth figured were her parents, now in the Davidson House nursing home. He went back inside, up the stairs, grabbed the picture, and came back down.

As he came out of the house, a car was turning in off the main road and coming up the gravel driveway, a dust stream trailing behind it. It stopped and Trevor got out.

Duckworth walked over to greet him.

“Drove by once and missed it,” Trevor said. “Turned around, saw your car.”

“Great.”

“What did you want to talk to me about in person?”

“I guess I just want to get ahead of things,” Duckworth said.

“What does that mean?”

“I don’t want any surprises.”

“I’m still not getting you.”

“I think it’s possible you knew, or might have met, the woman in that trunk.”

Trevor’s eyes went wide. “I knew her? This Dolores person?”

“That’s right.”

“I told you, I never heard that name before.”

“Okay,” said Duckworth. “But I’m wondering if you’ve met her. Let me show you something.”

He held up the framed picture he’d taken from the house.

“Who’s this?”

“This is Dolores Guntner. And I think these are her parents.”

“Okay.”

“Take a good look at her.”

Trevor studied the picture. “Actually, maybe.”

“Where do you think you might have seen her?”