Finding Amy by Carol Braswell Read Free Book Online Page B

the Denver Police for twenty-five years before I bought the bar so I have some connections and a few close friends on the force here in Cody. I can make some calls.”
    Carson took out his cell and pulled up Hedgen Lake. “How long has she been gone?” He entered the distant from Cody to Yellowstone.
    Stan glanced at the c lock above the stove. “About an hour. What are you thinking, Carson?”
    Hedgen Lake border ed on the east side of Montana, and touched Wyoming on the west. The length of time to get to Yellowstone would take her at least three to four hours. Depending on the weather.
    Carson looked from Bess to Stan. “How did she go? Her Mustang is parked at the apartment. Did you loan her a car?”
    Stan’s eyes widened. “I get where you’re going. Report the car stolen. She’ll be mad as hell if we have her picked up, but if it will keep her alive, I’m for it.”
    “You can’t do that to Amy. We i nsisted she take the Jeep.” Bess intervened.
    Stan patted her hand rest ing on the table. “We don’t have any other option, honey. Carson has to get to her before this man does.” Stan grabbed his cell phone and dialed the Cody Police Department.

C hapter 5
    The lack of clouds in the sky had caused the temperature to rise to a comfortable sixty-four degrees , according to the digital device in the Jeep. Amy let the window down and inhaled the fresh air. The sweet smell of the surrounding forest on each side of the road entered the cab. The crisp mountain air helped calm her frazzled nerves. She’d take the country over a city any day. Rolling her shoulders and flexing the tense muscles in her neck helped her relax. Turning her head from shoulder to shoulder caused her neck to pop. Four-wheel drive hadn’t been needed on this trip and clear roads to drive helped calm her anxiety. After finding her apartment in such a mess, she had been jumpy and on edge. When she stopped for gas a few miles back, a stranger asked her a general question about the area and instead of answering him as she usually would she walked away. Amy didn’t know if Carson had broken into her apartment or if it could have been Martin behind it. Deep down, she didn’t want it to be Carson and prayed Martin hadn’t found her. Her apartment had been the only one vandalized, though, which threw up red flags.
    How sh e wanted this to all be over so they could get back to a normal life. Or as normal as it could be. Amy had been the first twin to be born and her parents had put the responsibility of watching after Jamie on her. For twenty-five years, Amy had taken that job seriously. Even to the extent of being blamed for a lot of Jamie’s screw-ups. This current dilemma, would, by far, be the biggest. She had to get Jamie to tell the whole story. Why did they have to hide? Amy knew her parents were beside themselves with worry even though she had kept in touch through e-mails. As usual, they blamed Amy for agreeing to disappear with their only granddaughter. How could she explain the reasoning to them if she didn’t know herself? When she got to the cabin, she would force Jamie to reveal the truth.
    Movement on the side of the road drew her attention. She let off of the gas and slowed the vehicle. Grazing leisurely at the edge of a dense forest stood a large moose with a full rack of antlers. He d idn’t even look up when she passed. She reached across the seat for the camera that she kept with her when she traveled. “Damn. It’s in the Mustang.” Trish would’ve loved to see a picture of that gorgeous creature. Amy pressed the accelerator and the Jeep picked up speed.
    She loved the scenery here. When she and Jamie first arrived in Montana in March, snow still covered the ground. After Jamie and Trish were settled in their new home, Amy had searched for a town within driving distance. She hated not being closer to them but if Martin found either sister, God forbid, the other could take Trish and run.
    After most of the snow