The search for Ralph Peters was more difficult than Kirk had expected. The man had simply disappeared from the public record a few years after that summer. Had he died? If so, there would have been some record of his death, wouldn’t there? Maybe he’d gotten into trouble and decided to stay off the radar of a throng of angry women.
The project was a good break from his constant physical therapy. It got him back onto his computer, too. Every time he logged on, he checked for a message from Sassy. Still nothing.
It felt good to be working on his computer again. In the back of his mind, he felt a familiar itch. The last time he’d felt that way, he’d written Frontlines. The experience had been all-consuming, and afterwards, he’d figured he was done with writing. What other stories did he have
