More flowers crawled up the drapes and bordered the rug, splashy blue roses unlike anything he’d ever seen in nature. He suppressed the urge to sneeze. Mrs. Kolinowski folded her hands in her lap. “I’m glad someone is looking into Tara’s case again. It’s so frustrating to try to get answers from a police department a hundred miles away. It seems like they forgot all about Tara.” “Well, ma’am, like I said, this isn’t an official investigation, and I’m not with the Barringer’s Pass police. But I will be sharing any information I discover with them.” Mr. Kolinowski leaned forward a little, legs apart as if prepared to make a quick exit if necessary. Maybe he was uncomfortable with the strange flowers, too. “Just what do you think you can discover that the other detective didn’t find?” he asked. “I don’t know. But it can’t hurt to have a fresh pair of eyes look at the case.” He nodded his satisfaction, and his wife said, “What can we tell you?” “Let’s start with the names of the girls who went on the trip with Tara.
