“I rather liked her, Salt. She seemed genuine. And she has courage to live here alone at the edge of the swamp.”
“Sure,” the photographer agreed. “Plenty of iron in her soul. Wonder what she saw there at the edge of the swamp?”
“It seemed to me she was afraid we might try to investigate. Did you notice how she advised us to go directly to Riverview?”
“She did make the remark a little pointed. The Widow Jones is no dumbbell! You could tell she has a good idea who stole her auto, and she wasn’t putting out anything about that truck.”
Salt had started the car and was ready to turn around. Penny placed a detaining hand on the steering wheel.
“Let’s go the other direction, Salt!”
“On into the swamp?”
“It’s only a short distance to that other road. If the truck is still there, we might see something interesting.”
Salt’s lips parted in a wide grin.
“Sure thing,” he agreed. “What have we got to lose?”