With her cell phone clutched in her hand, and a frown marring her brow, she mulled over Caleb’s brief instructions. Lock the doors, don’t go outside and think about her drive both to and back from visiting her mother at the hospital. He’d come by later tonight to talk with her more formally, but he wanted to give her ample opportunity to create a timeline. Her memories could help catch a killer. Needless to say, dinner sat like lead in her belly. She was positive she hadn’t seen any wolves or humans mulling around. Though a car parked on the shoulder on the opposite side of the highway had caught her attention, she’d just assumed someone was either off on a stroll through the trees or, more likely, taking a leak. There was absolutely nothing on that stretch of road other than trees for nearly thirty miles. What really bothered her was the fact she didn’t remember the young man that was killed, and presumably the driver of the parkedvehicle. Granted, Dave was years younger than she was, but Tess felt she should have at least heard about the man, if not known him personally.
