“As a matter of fact we did,” Sarah answered easily, suppressing the urge to smile at what she assumed was Ben’s supreme embarrassment. Even with the gauzy stage robe not all that much was left to the imagination.
“But I don’t know that you’re going to like what we have to tell you. She’s safe, so at least there’s that much.”
Ben cleared his throat, keeping his gaze fixed on one of the stage steps as he spoke so he would only catch the bottom hem of the robe Morena wore in his view. “The last Linda was seen was not in the hotel room but leaving with a man,” he paced his statement to ease into it, “by choice, apparently, and into his vehicle. We’ve alerted the traffic division to track it and the owner.”
“I’m sorry, Morena,” he brought his gaze up finally to come to her eyes. “But it seems Linda has skipped town.”
“We’ll go up to inform the school for you,” Sarah told her then, glancing only briefly at Ben where he had his gaze affixed anywhere but on Morena in her scantily clad state. “So no need to worry about that. We also think that she might return there if she finds that she doesn’t like her new beau after all, so we’ll check to make certain that she hasn’t, in fact, returned to school.”
Sarah attempted an expression somewhere between comfort and sympathy.
“I’m real sorry, miss Morena.”
Morena blinked her confusion, but kept her face impassive as the police reported Linda’s whereabouts. “Leaving,” she repeated, “with a man.”
She knew it. The first opportunity to betray her, and Linda had taken it. She’d left her high and dry--
She waved off the assurance that the two cops would inform the school. As if she cared now that she was out of there.
“Which man,” the question hardly rose at the end.
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