Every Precious Thing

CHAPTER SIXTY

The long summer day was finally turning to night. Twice more since they’d arrived, Erica and her men had driven by Alan Lindley’s home, but each time the driveway was empty, and there was no other sign of anyone being home. It was after eight o’clock now. Surely a man with a young daughter couldn’t still be out.

“Check again,” she ordered.

Markle started up the car.