She gazed at him steadily. “She doesn’t want you to know.” It was like a nightmare. He wasn’t an intellectual man in the sense that he enjoyed books and music, but more that nature had its own rhythm and beauty. He appreciated a sunrise through the trees with a kind of poetic wonder, and the glimpse of the sleek movement of a northern pike slipping through the weeds in a glassy lake, or the graceful swoop of a nighthawk across a thickening indigo sunset. But he wasn’t stupid either. Not at all. The woman sitting there across the table was lying to him. “I know you always claimed to be Vivian’s best friend, but this is not actually how a friend would act in my opinion. You and I both know I need to find her.” Softly, she said, “I don’t think that’s going to happen.” He didn’t either and it scared the hell out of him. * * * Jody called around ten o’clock, which was unusual for a woman with children who participated in just about every activity known to mankind.
What do You think about Buried (Detective Ellie MacIntosh)?
