“I see. Go on.”
“Marcelene told us Jenessa planned to meet up with the Taylor boy there and then take his pickup with the camper shell. We recovered driver’s licenses for both of them and the pickup is registered to Stuart Taylor, the young fellow’s father, whom we have notified. His parents are recently separated and we’re trying to locate the mother. She moved to the Seattle area and is now apparently off at some out-of-the-way retreat in Alaska with her new boyfriend.”
As I jotted down names and details, the sick feeling returned to my stomach full force. It was only a slight relief to know the young couple had not met a violent death at the hands of a psychopath, but had passed away in their sleep. But even that fact would be of little consolation to Marcelene and Ginger. “And
