Chapter 22

“I’m not a cop. I make paperclips for a living.”

I wanted to laugh but didn’t. Missing Matty of The Thicks wasn’t anything to laugh about in my opinion. “I don’t know his whereabouts. He’s in his thirties, a full-grown man, and he can do whatever he likes. He could be anywhere.”

“I’m sure there are a dozen or more clues at the inn regarding his disappearance. Have the local authorities been by to ask questions about his vanishing?”

Why did he ask me those questions about Matty Lavender? Did he know something about the case that he was hiding? Did he visit the inn on May 2 when I was away and…causeMatty’s disappearance? Flood doors opened within my mind regarding his questions. What did he know that he wasn’t sharing with me? How much did he know about Matty Lavender that he wasn’t letting on about? I wondered. I could onlywonder.

I pulled off the interstate and changed the subject. “We’re almost to the airport. Are you taking a charter to Chicago?”