“Can you describe how you get into the property?”
“Umm, yeah, I guess so. There’s a wall out front. You’ve got to go through this wooden gate. And—”
“What about furniture?”
She paused. “I don’t know. The usual stuff. Why are you asking me all this?”
“Did he ever say he might be moving?”
“Moving? He never said anything to me, but I haven’t talked to him since about the time I was there. Why?”
“Okay. Thanks. I’ll—”
“What are you doing in here?”
Logan whirled around. Outlined in the doorway was the dark shape of a woman.
To Joan, he said, “I’ll call you if I need anything else,” then hung up, and headed toward the door. “I’m sorry. I was looking for the person who lived here.”
“Does it look like someone lives here?”
He could see her better now. She was wearing sweats and a baseball cap, and was a good ten years older than he was.
“When did Aaron move out?” he asked as he stepped outside.
The use of the name had the desired softening effect. “You’re a friend of his?”
Logan paused. “Not really a friend. He…does some work for me on and off. Supposed to come over earlier this evening but didn’t show up. Couldn’t get him on his cell, so thought I’d come over and check.”
“Sorry. I think you’re out of luck. He moved out this morning.”
“This morning?”
“Gone by nine.”
Logan glanced back inside. “You got the cleaning crew in there fast.”
“Aaron arranged that himself. Said he didn’t want to leave a mess for someone else to clean up. Wish everyone was like him.” She paused. “He must have gotten his dates with you mixed up, though. He told us a week ago he was moving back East today.”
As Logan climbed back into his car a few minutes later, he felt numb. There was no way to deny it. Something odd was definitely going on.
He stuck the keys in the ignition, but instead of turning them, he called his father. It took five rings before it was picked up.
“Hello?”
“Dad?”
“No. It’s Jerry.”
“You want me to get him?” Jerry asked.
“Please.”
A few seconds later, Harp came on the line. “Did you find her?”
“Not yet. Did you check the hospitals again?” Before Logan had left his father’s house, he’d suggested they call around one more time.
“Yeah. She’s not at any of them. I also did another check with Highway Patrol. No major accidents on the 101 tonight.”
Logan paused. “Dad, I think it’s time we talk about calling the authorities, and telling them what’s really going on.”
Harp was silent for a moment. “What happened?”
Logan told him what he’d learned so far.
“That doesn’t necessarily mean she’s missing.”
“The definition of a missing person is someone you can’t find,” Logan told him. “I’ve checked the places she should be, and she’s not at either of them.”
“We…we can’t go to the police.”
“Why not?”
“We just can’t.”
“That’s not good enough anymore.”
“It has to be good enough!” his father yelled.
“How can I know that? You guys obviously aren’t telling me everything. If you did maybe I’d understand.”
His dad hesitated, then said, “I can’t tell you. I made a promise. But I can guarantee you that involving the police would be exactly the wrong thing to do. Please, Logan. You need to trust me on this.”
