It was 7:45 A.M. Sunday. He had thirty minutes before his run to Houston, a continuation of a through bus from McAllen, would be getting a first call. She was not in the waiting room. It was ridiculous to think she would be there. She had had a one-way ticket. Even if she did go back to Victoria, it would have been a dream kind of coincidence if she had been there to take Jack’s next schedule back. Great Western Trailways ran six schedules a day, every day, from Corpus to Victoria. There had been eight chances for her to go back to Victoria since she came down with him on Friday. She might have returned on the very next one, even. Baggage. Did she have any baggage on Friday? No, she did not. So that meant for sure she was already back in Victoria. If that was where she was going. Of course, she could have stayed right there in Corpus. Maybe she was returning from a quick trip to Victoria. Yes, yes, that was probably it. She lived in Corpus. Where exactly? And how? And with whom? Would she recognize him if they accidentally ran into each other at the Piggly Wiggly or at the movies?
