Page 64 of Chasing Dreams
“Evidence?”
“The police have a file and a couple of items in evidence.”
“Can you arrange something?” Austin asked.
“You going to come?”
“As soon as I can.”
“I’ll meet you there. It’s been a while.”
“I’ll probably have a woman with me.”
“Interesting... Call when you get there. They’ll page me.”
“Gotcha.” Austin hung up, found Shaine and relayed the news.
“I’m coming,” she said.
He knew she wouldn’t be shaken from the idea. “Are you comfortable leaving Maya?”
“She has another week. This will take us a couple of days. I’ll see that Marge Andersen fixes the breakfasts until I get back. The guests will just have to eat after her kids go to school.”
“When shall we leave?”
“First flight out,” he said.
“Will you make our reservations? I’ll give you my card.”
“I have points.”
She shrugged a shoulder. “Okay. I’ll pack.”
Their flight arrived in Las Cruces shortly after seven that evening, where they ate and caught a commuter flight to Silver City. Standing in front of the car rental booth, their bags at their feet, Austin reached over her shoulder and selected a color folder from a rack. “A Spanish-style bed and breakfast.”
“Where?”
He opened it and studied the miniature map. “A few miles from here. Want to check it out?”
“While you drive, I’ll see if they have an opening,” she suggested. “We can find something to eat on the way.”
The inn did indeed have an opening, and Austin used his phone’s GPS to find it easily. The inn was beautiful, the young couple who owned it gracious, and by ten, Shaine and Austin had settled in their room.
Austin turned out the bathroom light, glanced around and got into bed. “Is there a TV hidden somewhere?”
“Guests come here to get away from this century and all its technology,” she said, smiling. She picked up a journal from the nightstand and flipped through the pages. “At least there’s something riveting to read. Notes from the guests who’ve stayed in this room.” She glanced through the pages.
The place made Austin uncomfortable, but he’d known she would enjoy it.
“Look,” she said, holding it toward him. “A lot of them are couples celebrating anniversaries or taking a weekend holiday away from their families. Isn’t that romantic?”
He took the book. A disquieting tremor ran up his arm and he pushed the journal right back at her.
She gave him a questioning glance. “What’s wrong?”
He shook his head.
“Tell me.”
