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Brenda, my new partner had come up with some solid information. In the long run, it could be more valuable info than I had been able to put together in my efforts. When I was certain I wouldn't break out laughing at the slightly bizarre picture of the woman sitting on my bed, I started filling her in on what I had learned. When I came to the part about caves, she perked up. |
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"Kramer said there were caves all around this area. In fact, he showed me where one was located." |
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"Think you could find it?" |
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"I could if I ever went back there againwhich I'm not willing to do." There was the definite tinge of offended female belligerence in her voice. |
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I stood looking out the window at the dismal gray day. For the moment, it had quit raining. I measured my voice and started slowly. "We've got to go out there. I don't want to raise any more flags about what we're really interested in and the fact that you know where the Carson incident took place is a big plus." I paused for effect. "So what do you say? Let's go out and take another look at it." |
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The pep talk was greeted with stony silence. I continued to stare out the window and prepared to renew my plea. Finally I turned around. B.C. had curled herself up in a fetal position in the middle of my bed and was sound asleep. |
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