you know where Patrick lives? I called his cell phone but I canât get in touch with him.â John nodded. âI can look into that. Heâs staying in a travel trailer over at the campground right outside of town.â âIâd appreciate that.â Stella glanced up at Eric. âIt would make me feel better if there was no sign of a dog being with him.â âIâll check it on my way home tonight.â Stella glanced at her watch. âSpeaking of that, Iâm on my way to talk to the person who recommended Patrick to me.â âYeah. Whoâs that?â John asked. âI could go with, if you like.â Walt nearly choked on his last swallow of coffee. âYou donât want to know. And you donât want to go with her.â John frowned. âBen Carson, right?â âThatâs right.â Stella got to her feet and put her Coke can in the recycling. âDid he have something stolen after a small fire?â John wondered. âNot as far as I know. But then, I didnât either. Patrick might be completely innocent in all of this. Thatâs why Iâm asking about him. Tomorrow weâll get started at the Loflin house. Iâm sure there will be some answers there.â John stood with her. âI withdraw my offer to go with you. Sorry. You know how I feel about the old man.â Her eyes were stormy. âI do. And I canât help that Iâm related to him. I guess you know that too. Iâll see you later.â Stella walked out of the cabin with John right behind her. Walt shook his head as he put his coffee cup in the sink. âThat boy is as thick as pea soup, Eric. He could be with her if he wasnât so stubborn about living in the past. Itâs a shame. Iâll go now too, buddy. Talk to you later.â Eric had his own ideas about that. He closed the door to the cabin when everyone was gone. âStellaââ John stopped her before she could get on the Harley. âWhat?â She put on her helmet and angrily faced him. âYou know itâs nothing personal.â âThanks for telling me. I feel so much better.â âSorry. Iâll check on Dorner and get back to you. If heâs got Hero, Iâll bring him back.â The last part was said in a shout as she started the Harley and took off. Stella had heard all sheâd wanted to hear about Johnâs father. According to the tale, Johnâs father had been fired from working on her grandfatherâs estate for no apparent reason. Heâd killed himself shortly after. Her grandfatherâs part of the tale was that Johnâs father had been fired for stealing. She didnât know either man well enough to say which part was true. She didnât exactly trust Ben Carson. Sheâd been kept away from him all of her life. Her mother had left Sweet Pepper when she was very young and had never looked back. Recently, sheâd confided to Stella that sheâd thought Ben had killed her mother. That was why sheâd left home. As the years had passed, Barbara Carson-Griffin had changed her mind. Now she believed it was shock and a youthful mind playing tricks on her. The strange part was that Stellaâs mother had never said anything about having family here at all. Sheâd let Stella take the temporary job in Sweet Pepper without even telling her that a part of her family sheâd never known was waiting for her here. Like many things that involved the Carson family, her motherâs leaving and decision to finally speak to her father again were shrouded in mystery. People in Sweet Pepper loved all the Carson lore and clung to it as they did their ghost stories. Stella drove down the dark, twisting road to the firehouse more quickly than usual. She knew John was right behind her. She didnât want to talk to him again that night. She was tired of trying to convince him that she wasnât