inquired. “No, we work for our church and on Saturday’s we share the gospel with the community.” they informed him. “That’s very commendable of you. Excuse my manners, my name is Glenn.” The agent said as he extended his hand forward. “Good to meet you. I’m Ron Mills and this is my wife Susan.” Ron Mills told him. “Can we give you some literature to read?” “Sure, but I’m a devout Catholic.” He said with a chuckle. Susan with shaking hands gathered a few items from her purse handing them to Glenn excusing themselves saying. “We have a lot of folks to minister to today so we will be on our way.” “You enjoy the day.” Agent Glenn said with a smile. The smile being for his accomplishment. Agent Glenn’s instinct paid off. There was something about the Smith’s behavior he suspected. Why the Fifth Street home is rented in the Mills name? Why do they canvas this neighborhood? Agent Glenn filed his report and turned it into Agent Harris. “Let’s run a make on Ron and Susan Mills. Agent Harris suggested. “Already in the making, Sir. I wonder what we will find in their file.” said Agent Glenn. “You can be assured we will be surprised. Well, we would have been surprised last week but with the information we have now nothing will surprise me.” Agent Harris said as he pushed back in his chair.
SIX
As Ella and Juan drove up to the lumber yard the proprietor was putting out the open sign. “Good morning.” he nodded “Sure gonna be a pretty day.” “Morning.” Ella sad as she handed the list of things needed to the proprietor. “Do you have all these items in stock?” she questioned looking around the lumber yard. “I probably do but if there’s something I’m out of I can get it for you by tomorrow morning.” he told her as he started checking off the list. “Good.” Ella said. “We have a big day planned.” “What are you building? If you don’t mind me asking?” “How rude of me, I’m Ella Smith and I’ve rented the vacant building on Main Street.” She said hoping he would cut the chit chat and get started gathering up her items. “You mean the secondhand store where Paul and Nellie mysteriously disappeared?” he questioned shaking his head. “I know they were previous tenants but I don’t know anything about them disappearing.” She curiously said hoping he would elaborate. “What’s the scoop on that? Do you think maybe there was foul play?” she asked. “I don’t have a clue Ma’am.” He said as he went about his business. Ella realized no one in town wanted to talk about Paul and Nellie’s disappearance. What she doesn’t know is why. Ella knew something happened to Paul and Nellie. Whether it was foul play or they may have disappeared because of being found out for being the refuge for Mexican’s fleeing from the Coyote’s. Ella and Juan pulled up in front of the store and immediately noticed an envelope on the front door. Ella wondered why anyone would need to leave a note at her door. She snatched the envelope wedged