“Oh, right. You’re the cop. What can I do for you?” she asked.
“Where is Mercy?” Clark demanded.
“She left with a lady named Dorothy on an errand, and then said that when she returns, we can talk my sister out of having cold feet and not calling off the wedding. Not that Faith was even getting cold feet. Mercy was acting strange.”
“You said she left with Dorothy?” Clark swallowed around the fear slithering down his throat. He clenched his eyes closed. This wasn’t happening.
“Yeah, why?”
“My mother is Dorothy. She’s the only one in town. Give the phone back to Walker. Your sister is in danger.”
“Wait.” He heard the creak of a door opening on the other end of the phone. Clark had grown up with the tattle-telling creak that had alerted his parents every time he’d tried to sneak into or out of the house. “Where there’s thunder, there’s soon to be lightning. We have to find her and fast,” Honor growled.