“Damn.”
She could tell Simon was pissed off that he had missed it.
“So, just because there’s a hearing aid, what does that mean?”
“Maybe nothing,” she replied, “but let’s go.”
Immediately he turned on the engine and eased into the roadway, a good distance behind the vehicle. “No way a woman would do that to another woman,” he noted.
“You mean, you’re hoping no way a woman would do that.”
“It was her daughter. No way. I refuse to believe any parent would do something so horrific to their daughter.”
“Yeah, what happened to you?”
“Shit,” he muttered under his breath.
She nodded. “Parents of all kinds do not always show themselves as the best people on earth. Some are good, and some are bad. So we learn to deal with both.”
“Says you.” He followed the vehicle carefully. “Now we don’t have anybody watching the house.”
“I know,” she noted. “I’m putting all my eggs in one basket here. I sure as hell wish I had somebody else to watch back there.”
He frowned. “I do know somebody in that area.”
She looked at him in surprise. “Yeah?”
“And, if you don’t ask too many questions, I could ask him to sit and to keep an eye on the house for me.”
She pondered it for a long moment and then said, “Do it.”
He pulled out his phone, while driving carefully, and made a call. She listened in on Simon’s half of the conversation that made no sense, and, when he hung up, he turned and looked at her. “Done.”
“Okay, now do you want to explain that to me?”
“No, remember the no-asking-questions part?”
Frustrated, she glared at him. “I could make you.”
“You could, and you would end a great relationship with this guy.”
“Shit. Please tell me at least it’s not a criminal.”
“It’s not a criminal,” he said instantly.
Unfortunately his reply was a little too instant for her liking. She sighed. “Make sure he doesn’t do anything criminal while he’s there.”
“He won’t. He’s just keeping an eye on the house to see if anybody comes or goes.”
“That’s what I need,” she stated.
“Exactly, so stop complaining and let me do what I need to do.”
She groaned. “Are you always this bossy? Turn, turn, turn.”
“Talk about bossy,” he muttered, as he followed the vehicle. They were heading closer toward the station. “Interesting direction.”
“Well, they’ll have to be someplace where there isn’t a whole lot of traffic. I suppose if you torture women for fun you don’t keep her someplace where anybody’ll stumble across her.”