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Chapters (6)
  1. CHAPTER 1
  2. CHAPTER 11
  3. CHAPTER 19
  4. CHAPTER 24
  5. CHAPTER 30
  6. CHAPTER 40

CHAPTER 40

The girl stares back for several moments, neither breathing nor blinking. Then she starts to back away. “Wait,” Caitlin says. “Please, wait. I know you gave Penn that note at the Ramada Inn. I know you tried to disguise yourself, but he recognized you. He thought you worked at a restaurant, but I found you anyway.” “I used to work at a restaurant,” the girl says in a dazed voice. “Franky’s Pizza. I liked it there, but I kept putting on weight. I had to quit.” Caitlin nods with empathy. “But I don’t know nothing about no note,” Darla says, twice as loudly as she’d spoken before. Caitlin can’t help but smile at this obvious lie. “But you knew exactly what I was referring to when I mentioned the Ramada and Penn Cage.” Darla licks her lips, then looks around as though suspicious someone is watching her. “I was at the Ramada,” she says. “So were a lot of people. And I did see the mayor there. But I don’t know nothin’ ’bout no note. I haven’t passed notes to men since grade school.” Caitlin takes a step forward and speaks with sisterly intimacy. “I’m trying to help Linda Church. She’s in terrible danger, more even than she knows. I know you’ve been trying to help her, you and your friends. But she needs more help than that.” Fear glitters in Darla’s eyes. “I told you, I don’t know nothin’ ’bout any a that. I gotta get back to work. I got customers.” “I don’t see any customers,” Caitlin says gently. “But I’ll be glad to buy something if you’ll tell me just a little bit of the truth.” “I did,” Darla insists. “Have you seen Linda yourself? The reason I’m asking you is because of your eye makeup. I saw you didn’t know how to put it on, and I figured that if Linda was with you, she would have fixed it for you.” Darla looks on the verge of tears. Her neck is splotchy, and her breath is going shallow. “I can’t talk anymore. Please, go away. Leave me alone.” Caitlin reaches into her purse and hands Darla a card with her cell number on it. “I want the same thing you do, Darla. I want Linda to be safe. Please call me later. Think about all this. You’ll know it’s the right thing to do.” Darla accepts the card with a shaking hand, then turns and hurries down the aisle toward a collection of Chinese lawn mowers. Caitlin knows the girl is lying, but sometimes you have to stop pushing and let the source make her own decision. With a girl as skittish as Darla McRaney, it shouldn’t take long.

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