“I think she’s at The Mountain of Tears. I’m headed there now.” Though the reception was sketchy, with Jeremiah’s voice growing fuzzy, then clear, then fuzzy, Ian made out the reply. “Okay. Not sure how long phone service will last. If you find her, try to let me know. I’m at Hercules Glades, but no sign of her or the Jeep.” “I’ll keep you posted.” Ian hung up the phone then decided to check in at the retreat. Wynona answered on the first ring. “Any news?” “I think I’m on the right track. Not sure I can call once I’ve gotten to her, though.” “Goodness, where are you, Ian?” “Mountain of Tears. Any word on Mr. Gruber?” “He’s stable. Still won’t see anyone. I’m headed there now. Darn stubborn man. He can’t have me thrown out of the hospital.” “Why’d he tell them no visitors?
