Page 211 of Taken Away

Call Patsy.

Patsy coming by.

Burke tapped the page with one finger.

Who the hell was Patsy?

He turned another page.

Then stopped.

One entry had been underlined twice.

Met with Eleanor.

If Anne won't come, perhaps Aubrey will.

Burke read it again.

Slowly.

If Anne won't come, perhaps Aubrey will.

A breeze rattled the leaves overhead.

He leaned back, the planner resting open on his lap.

This hadn't started as an inheritance plan.

Mabel Blackwood had spent nearly a year trying to bring somebody home.

Why?

His phone buzzed.

This time Burke picked it up and called the office.

Sara answered on the second ring.

"Jackson County Sheriff's Office."

"It's Burke."

"Hey, Sheriff."

"You at your desk?"

"For the moment."

He glanced back at the planner.

"Need you to run somebody down for me."

"Name?"

"Patsy Jordan."

Sara paused.