CHAPTER TEN
Kate had never been much of a drinker. She’d have a glass of wine here and there and whenever she did, she thought of her mother. Her mother had enjoyed a single glass of white wine every night, just after dinner. One glass; no more, no less. She’d have a few more on special occasions like birthdays or anniversaries, but even then, she was very selective.
She thought of her mother as she sat at the small bar that sat just off of Deton’s only motel—a sloppy-looking Best Western. She sipped on a glass of wine as DeMarco enjoyed a beer roughly the color of a moonless midnight.
“Have you noticed all of the locals banding together?” DeMarco asked. “All these locals, trying to help with finding this one girl.”
“I have,” Kate said. “I overheard two officers talking in the station,
