They were already following Owen to the garage when the front door of the house opened and a tall, thin woman dressed in jeans and a gray sweatshirt stepped onto the porch. Her long blond hair hung limply past her shoulders and her bangs reached her eyelashes.
“It’s okay, baby,” Owen called to her. “The deputies are just here to talk. We won’t bother you. Stay inside where it’s warm.”
“You can talk inside,” she said. “I don’t mind.”
“That’s okay. We’ll use the garage.”
“I’ll bring out some coffee,” she said.
“No, don’t bother, baby. They won’t be here long.” He picked up his pace.
Carrie slowed, then turned back to the house. Selma was still standing there staring at them. She looked like a lost child. No wonder Owen felt he should protect her. Even the dogs had gone back to quietly sit at her feet as if they knew her emotions were fragile.
Selma hugged herself as if to ward off the wind’s chill, but she didn’t go back inside. She looked right at Carrie, and Carrie had the crazy feeling that she didn’t want her to walk away. Maybe she needed someone besides Owen to talk to.
“Your wife looks upset,” Carrie said, running to catch up with the men. “Maybe I should sit inside with her while you two talk.”
Rich glared at her. She ignored him.
“I won’t question her, Owen. I won’t talk at all unless she brings up something she wants to talk about.”
He pulled his lips taut and rubbed his chin again as if her offer required some major thought. “That might be good,” he said. “She could probably use some woman company. Just don’t upset her.”
“I won’t ask any questions about the abduction.”
“You’re sure?”
“Absolutely.”
“Then I guess it would be all right. She’s not well. Even if she talks, it won’t make sense.”
That was it—way easier than she’d imagined. Rich was still glaring, no doubt sure she wasn’t going to keep her promise. That’s how little he knew of her.
Carrie hurried to the house. And for the millionth time in the past few weeks, she wished Bart was here. He’d know just how to handle this.
Selma was still standing at the top of the steps when Carrie reached them. She didn’t even ask why Carrie had come back. She just walked to the door and opened it, as if she’d been expecting Carrie’s company all along.
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