"You think the mom is hiding something from us?" "No. But I need to get a better feeling for Ashley. What kind of kid she was, what kind of person she would turn to for help. There has to be something in the house." Lucy's phone rang when they were about three miles away from the Yeager's house. It was Walden. "We may have something. A body." "Where?" she asked, grabbing a pen and her notebook. "Tastee Treet on Route 22 just past Murrysville. A young woman. While working the scene, they found Ashley's ID." "Is it Ashley?" Her voice remained neutral but her molars clamped down with a pulverizing force that spiraled pain into her jaw. "Don't know for sure." "We're about ten minutes away. Stay with the mom. I don't want her hearing anything about this until we know what's going on." "No problem." She hung up and repeated what he'd said to Burroughs. The slightest frown was Burroughs' only response as he steered the Impala through the traffic. Minutes later, she spotted the crime scene: fire truck, ambulance, a smattering of police cars from several jurisdictions all crowded a tiny dirt parking lot.
