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pound her, or vice versa?”
    His voice turned serious. “If.”
    At his tone, a chill settled over her. “Don’t talk like that. When I find her. I will find her. I don’t know what hair crawled up her ass, but I’m yanking it out.” A thought hit her. “What about her cell phone records? Don’t calls show up there? Maybe we can find something out.”
    “No good. I already tried. Nothing but calls to you, me, Mom, Dad, and her job. Get this though, I saw an empty box in her trash for one of those TracFones a few weeks ago. So whoever it is she’s talking to, she doesn’t want it traced.”
    “Or he doesn’t,” Gwen said.
    “Exactly. So that’s a dead end regardless.”
    They said good-bye, and she browsed through the notebook again. Anal-retentive perfectionist Amy had meticulously detailed when she visited the sites.
    Gwen fired up her laptop and popped in the first photo CD. The pictures were, in typical Amy fashion, neatly arranged in folders by date, and further by location taken. Gwen browsed through them. Amy appeared in quite a few of the pictures. It didn’t hit her until ten minutes later why.
    Duh. Whoever Amy stayed with took the pictures of her. From the happy smile on Amy’s face, she appeared to be having a good time. Gwen matched the pictures to the handwritten notes. Whoever the other person was, Amy had been very careful never to snap a picture of him. Gwen assumed a him.
    If Amy’s secret lover was a her, maybe Amy had more secrets than Gwen first imagined.
    At least the pictures left Gwen with good recent images, including some of the clothes Amy had brought with her on the trip.
    She called Liam back. “Whoever the guy is, he’s not in the pics, but he took a bunch of Amy.”
    “She’s still in Rapid City. She bought gas last night with her Amex. I’m working to see if I can figure out which station. Any luck with the front desk?”
    “That’s my next stop.” She hung up and transferred several of the best pictures to her BlackBerry before heading to the lobby.
    Thankfully, the clerk was different than from the night before. The young woman was pleasant, helpful. When Gwen explained the situation, she looked around and motioned for her to hand over the BlackBerry, where Gwen had one of the pictures displayed.
    She nodded. “Yeah, I remember her. She was here with a guy. I checked them out yesterday morning.”
    Hope flared in Gwen. “Can you give me his name?”
    She winced. “I’m sorry, I can’t.” She leaned in. “But if the police call, I’ll gladly give it to them. If I give it to you, I could get fired. I can’t afford to lose my job.”
    Gwen held back her frustration but understood the clerk’s dilemma. “Can you describe him?”
    “Average height, maybe around six feet. Brown hair, brown eyes, nothing spectacular. He wore glasses, if that helps.”
    Gwen jotted it down. “Yes, it does. No idea where they went?”
    “No. I handled their checkout. From the way they were talking, I got the impression they weren’t leaving the area yet. They were looking at some of the local brochures.” She pointed to the obligatory rack of tourist pamphlets in the entryway.
    “Were they fighting or anything?”
    “No. She seemed a little sad over something, but they acted very affectionate with each other.”
    “Thanks anyway.” She returned to her room and called Liam back with an update.
    “Next stop cops?” he asked.
    “Yeah. I don’t hold out hopes of them doing anything, but maybe they’ll at least take a report so if something happens, we’ll have the start of a paper trail.”
    “You realize she probably is okay, right? We’ve now got confirmation she was with a guy. Maybe they’re planning on eloping or something.”
    “If I don’t get answers, Mom and Dad will skin me.”
    “I’ll protect you, sis.”
    “So says the guy afraid to break the news to them that he’s moving out. Thanks.”
    They said good-bye, and she headed back to the front desk to