Christmas Carol Murder (A Lucy Stone Mystery)
“Bill! Wake up!” Lucy shook Bill’s shoulder and he groaned, shrugging her off and rolling over, pulling a pillow over his head.
“Sara’s run away!” Lucy was insistent. This was a family crisis. “You’ve got to do something!”
Bill swatted the pillow away and rolled onto his back. “Sara’s gone?” he asked.
“Yes! She never slept in her bed last night.”
This information did not get the reaction Lucy expected. “Well, she couldn’t have gotten far in that storm. Is it still snowing?”
“No. There’s about nine or ten inches on the ground. Somebody must have picked her up in the night. There’s tire tracks in the driveway.”
“Must’ve had four-wheel drive,” Bill said.
“Well, that does narrow the field of suspects,” Lucy said sarcastically. Most everybody in town had at least one four-wheel drive vehicle.
“She’s obviously with a friend. She’ll come home when she gets tired of couch surfing,” Bill said, yawning. “You know, I could do with some pancakes this morning.
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