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The drive out took about an hour. They stopped well short of the property and made the rest of their way on foot. There was one vehicle parked out front. They recognized it. Decker went over to the car and looked at the tires, then hit the treads with his light.
“What are you looking for?” asked Jamison.
“Exactly what I found.”
The one-story farmhouse was old and badly in need of repair, but it was isolated, without another house in sight.
With Decker leading, they made their way to the barn first. The doors were unlocked. They stepped through and looked around with the aid of Decker’s tac light. Flies and mosquitoes were buzzing around, and they had to continually swat them away.
They finally spotted a door set against one wall that had an open padlock on it.
They stepped through and looked around at the straw floor.
Jamison swiped at her face where bugs were swirling. “Yuck. I think I swallowed one.”
Decker seemed unbothered by the insects. He knelt down and ran his light over the straw on the floor. “Looks like some blood there. We can get it checked later.”
“You think this was where Irene Cramer’s body was kept?”
“It would allow bugs in but no animals, so it’s a safe bet. And there would be no one around to hear her scream.”
“That’s certainly true,” said Jamison.
They searched another outbuilding that was behind the barn. Inside was a vehicle covered by a tarp. When Decker lifted it, a small Honda was revealed. “It must be Irene Cramer’s car,” said Jamison.
Before Decker could respond they heard the car approaching. As they watched from out of sight, the yellow Porsche SUV pulled up to the front of the farmhouse. Caroline Dawson got out and walked up to the door and into the farmhouse.
“Okay, that’s an unexpected development,” said Decker.
“So what do we do?”
“We go and do what we came here to do.”
Decker and Jamison crept up to the front door, and Decker whipped it open.
Standing in the front room were Caroline and Liz Southern.
“What the hell?” exclaimed Southern. “What are you doing here?”
Dawson turned around and looked at them blankly.
Decker noted the suitcase on the floor next to Southern.
“Going somewhere?”
Dawson said, “We’re going to Canada for a few days.”
“Just a few days?” said Decker, looking at Southern.
“Yes, Liz thought it would be a good idea to get away.”
“We know about you and Liz,” said Jamison.
Dawson looked taken aback. “What are you talking about. We’re just—”
Southern interjected, “What we are is none of your business. And what are you doing here?”
Decker pointed his gun at them. “We came for the truth, Liz. I think it’s time.”
