As soon as he was up and moving Tuesday morning, and had eaten breakfast, Wylie poured a second cup of coffee and then phoned Garry and Carl. It took a bit of juggling—because Carl had a job to do and wouldn’t be available until noon—but in the end they both agreed to come by the house at twelve-thirty. He called the sheriff as soon as that had been settled to ask if he’d be available sometime between one to one-thirty.
“Barring an emergency,” Kingman replied, “I should be. Why?”
“I’ll tell you when we get there.”
“The three amigos?” There was a trace of amusement in Kingman’s question, which Wylie hoped boded well for what he had planned. He agreed it would be the three of them and then asked, “Have you been able to get anything from Emma about who kidnapped her?”
“No. She’s still unc
