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errands then, took
calls on the hotline. That type of thing."
"Have
you found out anything about Shara?"
"No
ma'am, not yet. I'm doing this as a favor for your husband. At sixteen, well
the truth is, we usually give it twenty-four hours because sometimes they do
come home. It's not like with—" He stopped abruptly.
"You
can say it," Amanda assured him, being strong, showing Max she could be. "Lynnie
didn't leave of her own free will. Shara probably did." Her gaze went to
Clare but her daughter looked away. She was pale and drawn and Amanda could
only imagine the emotions roiling inside of her.
"I
was just about to ask your daughter a few more questions," Hobart said.
Amanda
knew all about questions, thousands of them, most of them having no answers.
The
detective asked Clare, "Did you daughter have access to any money?"
"If
she had any, it wasn't much. She'd just had a shopping spree at the mall. I
made her take a few things back. It would have been less than a hundred
dollars."
He frowned.
"That would be her own money. I was thinking more of your money.
Have you checked your wallet?"
"Shara
would never—"
"Ms.
Thaddeus, kids who want to run away do lots of things you wouldn't expect. You
said she's not on drugs or drinking to your knowledge, but that doesn't mean
she's not going to pull from any resources she can. Do you mind checking your
wallet, and any place you might keep some funds?"
Amanda
wanted to hold Clare and comfort her as she saw understanding sweep through her.
But she was Max's daughter clear through, independent and rebellious. That
might hold her in good stead right now.
Without
another word, Clare went to the freezer.
Max
began, "The detective asked you to check your purse."
"I
know, Dad, I’m checking something else first. Shara knows I keep extra money
in a zip-lock bag wrapped in foil in the freezer. So just back off a bit until—"
She reached her hand into side of the freezer and along a pack of frozen
bacon. She pulled out a zip-lock bag with a slim foil package inside. She
took out the foil package, hoping the bills were still there. They weren't. Her
gaze met the detective's. "There was probably about three hundred dollars
in here. It's gone."
His
voice was soothing. "You have to remember, that for whatever reason, she
might have been desperate."
"She
didn't have to be desperate. She has me ." Clare's emotions shook
in her voice and now Amanda did go to her and take her hand.
"We'll
find out what's going on with Shara. We'll find her. You have to believe
that."
"Oh,
Mom, how can I?"
"Check
your wallet," Max said in a gruff voice.
Amanda
could have socked him. For once in his life, couldn't he just show a little
compassion? She gave him a glance that said exactly what she was thinking.
His
face reddened a little, but he didn't back down. "We have to know how far
she can get. We don't even know if she ran off by herself, or if she's with
someone else."
Hobart
said, "I'll be stopping over at the school when I'm finished here. I'll
check if Brad Hansen is there. If he is, I'll question him. If he isn't, I'll
let you know."
Clare's
movements seemed almost robotic as she went to the counter and unzipped her
hobo purse. After she pulled out her wallet, she checked the contents.
White-faced, she leaned against the counter. "My ATM card's gone and so
is one of my credit cards."
Amanda's
heart sank along with her daughter's. With what she'd taken, Shara could go
farther than any of them had thought possible.
****
Chapter
Five
After
the detective left—Joe had excused himself before the questioning began—Amanda
had wandered into Shara's bedroom. He'd reassured them that often teens
decided against being on their own and returned that night. Yet from the
questions he'd asked and the evidence of the money, the credit card and the
bank card that was missing along with Shara,
calls on the hotline. That type of thing."
"Have
you found out anything about Shara?"
"No
ma'am, not yet. I'm doing this as a favor for your husband. At sixteen, well
the truth is, we usually give it twenty-four hours because sometimes they do
come home. It's not like with—" He stopped abruptly.
"You
can say it," Amanda assured him, being strong, showing Max she could be. "Lynnie
didn't leave of her own free will. Shara probably did." Her gaze went to
Clare but her daughter looked away. She was pale and drawn and Amanda could
only imagine the emotions roiling inside of her.
"I
was just about to ask your daughter a few more questions," Hobart said.
Amanda
knew all about questions, thousands of them, most of them having no answers.
The
detective asked Clare, "Did you daughter have access to any money?"
"If
she had any, it wasn't much. She'd just had a shopping spree at the mall. I
made her take a few things back. It would have been less than a hundred
dollars."
He frowned.
"That would be her own money. I was thinking more of your money.
Have you checked your wallet?"
"Shara
would never—"
"Ms.
Thaddeus, kids who want to run away do lots of things you wouldn't expect. You
said she's not on drugs or drinking to your knowledge, but that doesn't mean
she's not going to pull from any resources she can. Do you mind checking your
wallet, and any place you might keep some funds?"
Amanda
wanted to hold Clare and comfort her as she saw understanding sweep through her.
But she was Max's daughter clear through, independent and rebellious. That
might hold her in good stead right now.
Without
another word, Clare went to the freezer.
Max
began, "The detective asked you to check your purse."
"I
know, Dad, I’m checking something else first. Shara knows I keep extra money
in a zip-lock bag wrapped in foil in the freezer. So just back off a bit until—"
She reached her hand into side of the freezer and along a pack of frozen
bacon. She pulled out a zip-lock bag with a slim foil package inside. She
took out the foil package, hoping the bills were still there. They weren't. Her
gaze met the detective's. "There was probably about three hundred dollars
in here. It's gone."
His
voice was soothing. "You have to remember, that for whatever reason, she
might have been desperate."
"She
didn't have to be desperate. She has me ." Clare's emotions shook
in her voice and now Amanda did go to her and take her hand.
"We'll
find out what's going on with Shara. We'll find her. You have to believe
that."
"Oh,
Mom, how can I?"
"Check
your wallet," Max said in a gruff voice.
Amanda
could have socked him. For once in his life, couldn't he just show a little
compassion? She gave him a glance that said exactly what she was thinking.
His
face reddened a little, but he didn't back down. "We have to know how far
she can get. We don't even know if she ran off by herself, or if she's with
someone else."
Hobart
said, "I'll be stopping over at the school when I'm finished here. I'll
check if Brad Hansen is there. If he is, I'll question him. If he isn't, I'll
let you know."
Clare's
movements seemed almost robotic as she went to the counter and unzipped her
hobo purse. After she pulled out her wallet, she checked the contents.
White-faced, she leaned against the counter. "My ATM card's gone and so
is one of my credit cards."
Amanda's
heart sank along with her daughter's. With what she'd taken, Shara could go
farther than any of them had thought possible.
****
Chapter
Five
After
the detective left—Joe had excused himself before the questioning began—Amanda
had wandered into Shara's bedroom. He'd reassured them that often teens
decided against being on their own and returned that night. Yet from the
questions he'd asked and the evidence of the money, the credit card and the
bank card that was missing along with Shara,
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