“We do. Gibby checked. They got a small house way over the hills to the north. The guy who watches the property lives there, and Gibby’s got everything all squared with him. We’re just on this tiny scratch of land, and they got more than two hundred acres of open fields and woods, an old copper mine, and the old cemetery. No one around for miles.”

“And what’s Gibby’s full name?”

Cass shifted her lower jaw.

“I’m not sure he’d like me telling people. He’s pretty private about that, being in prison and all.”

“I’ll find out sooner or later, Cass.”

“I suppose you will. Well, it’s Ewing Gibson Spiker. But he goes by Gibby.”

Wyatt wrote it down after she spelled it for him.

“And you never saw Samantha Moore again after you gave her boyfriend a ride.”

“That’s right. We went on to Newport to a pub there. I don’t drink, but Gibby likes it there.”

“Did police talk to you and Gibby?”

“A couple of times, and we told them what I’m telling you. We got nothing to do with it.”

“I understand,” Wyatt said. “I just want to get things straight.”

“Good.”

“I’d like to talk to Gibby. Where can I find him?”

“Today, he’s gone hunting by the old mine. Took a lunch with him, so I expect he’ll be away for a long time.”

Wyatt indicated the gun.

“Oh, that’s mine. Gibby’s treasure hunting with his metal detector. He finds things.”

“Things?”

“Artifacts, treasure. We sell them.”

She pulled back a small washcloth on the table, revealing an array of items: old coins, a watch, rings, spectacles.

“He found all this with his metal detector?”

“He did.”

Wyatt nodded, taking stock of the items, the pickup truck, and camper.

“And you swear you never saw Samantha Moore again?”

Cass stared at him. “We never saw her again. How many times I got to tell you?”

“What do you think happened to her?”

“Who knows?” Cass looked toward the mountains. “Just like my Joey. She’s gone.”

Wyatt nodded, then reached into his pocket for two twenties and handed her one.

“Thanks for your time, Cass. This one’s for you.” He held up the second one. “And you get this one after telling me how I can find Gibby.”

With one bill in her hand, she looked at the second.

“Drive back to the cemetery, then walk over the hill behind it, and keep going. It’s a long way.”

“Thanks.”

“But there’s something you should know about Gibby.”

“What’s that?”

“He don’t like talking to people. Don’t like it at all.”

“Thank you. I’ll keep that in mind.”

“And I’ll tell you something about that girl.” Cass covered the items on the table. “I feel her spirit, just like I feel Joey’s. They’re out there, in the Kingdom.”