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They were close, but she wasn’t sure she was quite ready for that step.
So far since they got back here, she’d been reading her Bible. Listening to teachings online. She’d bought a car, finally getting something newer rather than a nondescript old car liable to overheat at any moment. Calling that company in Miami had made her realize that she could use her money for positive things, and she didn’t need to feel guilty about inheriting income from her dad’s sensational stories.
She messaged Maizie back.
How about something northeast of here?
Not that she usually chose cases based on location, but she could use a change of scenery. Maizie would be able to work and hopefully keep her mind from going back to what those men had done while they held her.
There were only so many ways for Kenna to tell her that she would heal. That sometime in the future she’d realize she’d gone a whole day without thinking about it.
Another beep.
An article about a decades old unsolved mystery. Washington Island. Kenna had to look it up. The Wisconsin peninsula, and it was only accessible by ferry? One constable. A small population.
I like it.
Another beep.
A link to a website that sold Class C motor homes.I guess it’s time to get moving.
Kenna messaged back,
You think it’s time for me to go?
Maybe she was hovering. Or Maizie wanted some kind of normalcy. Whichever it was, Kenna would be happy to take a case that might prove interesting, and certainly wouldn’t involve a cartel or drug dealers, or human trafficking.
She hoped.
Maizie replied,
It’s time for someone to find out what happened to Meri Santiago.
Kenna frowned. She tapped the screen and swiped through until she had the answer to what she was looking for.
Ramon Santiago had a sister. Twenty-five years ago she had gone missing during a family vacation to Washington Island from their home in Chicago. Six years old, and she had been missing one morning. Bed empty, window open. No suspects. No leads.
No one had ever found her.
Kenna pushed out of the chair. Cabot groaned and stood, shaking off before she licked Kenna’s hand, and then trotted back through the dog door into the Airstream. Maizie stayed out of sight but managed to shut the door.
She sent another message.
Take care of her.
The reply:
I always do.
Three separate articles dropped as links after Maizie’s message. Research for the case, and a place to start looking into what had happened to Ramon’s sister. Wherever he was in the world she’d be able to give him closure.
It was time for Kenna to get back to work.
