All she could think about was that little sweet boy, saying he “wanted Wick.” Her irritation with Jacquetta didn't mean she wanted Rudy hurt. With no word from Ric, she took off the fencing suit and showered. When she checked her phone for the fifteenth time, he had not called. No news was good news, right? She told herself that he wouldn’t call unless he had new information. Unless they found a body, Rudy was out there alive somewhere needing help. Restless, she walked out on the wide front veranda. The wind whistled over the dunes, whistling as it whipped through the sea grass. She froze, tilting her head. She thought she heard a whimper. She frowned. The sound she had just heard was a whimper. “Rudy? Where are you, baby? Call out to me.” She left the porch and walked toward the dunes, but didn’t hear anything but the wind. She tracked back toward the porch, pausing to listen every few feet. There. She heard it again. Coming from the SUV. She ran to the back, but didn’t see anything but a blanket.
