Salt held the door open for her. “This probably is a waste of time,” he admitted.
“Was it a car you saw in the ditch?” Penny questioned, walking fast to keep up with him. “An accident?”
“Don’t think so. The car seemed to be parked back in the bushes on a road bisecting this one.”
“What’s so unusual in that?”
“Nothing perhaps. Only the car looked familiar.”
“Not Jerry’s coupe?”
“No. There it is now—see!” Salt pointed through the trees to an old upright vehicle of antiquated style. His flashlight picked up the numbers on the rear license plate.
“K-4687!” Penny read aloud. “Mrs. Jones’ stolen auto!”
“It sure is,” the photographer agreed in satisfaction. “Abandoned!”
“By whom? The Hawkins’ boys?”