Chapter 32

When they got home, Derek made supper while Joe let Sherwat out and then filled his food bowls. Joe wasn’t certain he believed the whole ‘chicken soup for a cold’ thing, but he remembered his mother swore by it, so he was willing to see if it worked. If not, at least it makes for a good, quick meal.

They’d almost finished eating when Joe said, “I figured it out.”

“Oh?”

“We have to follow her when she leaves home. If she ends up at a motel, which she might not because she could just be running errands, you drop me off in front while she’s parking. I go to the elevators and hang around as if I’m waiting for one, and then get on the same one she does. When she gets off, I do, too, and watch which room she goes to.”

“That’s so easy, why didn’t we think of it to start with?” Derek replied with a rueful smile.

“We were trying to get too fancy. As soon as I know, I’ll call you, or better yet text you, and you take it from there.”

“You have a phone?” Derek asked, sounding surprised.