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The mobile phone jerked him rudely from his quite, frustrated reverie. He answered with the customary “Dell Taylor…”
The phone call was from the Bedford station. They had found Mara’s car. Actually his car, the little car that Mara was using. It was in the Cambridge area, in one of the lots at MIT. He would have thought that she wouldn’t be too far from the car. So he had a tough choice to make. Turn around and abandon the Ashbury trip and the search of the fanciful ‘Fiddler’s Rock’? Go back to MIT and try to find her? Was she still planning to come to Ashbury yet? How would he find her if he went to the car? Sit and wait? Anyone could sit and watch the car, it didn’t have to be him.
He bet that she would make the trip to see her brother. He had to be there to find her – he wasn’t about to lose her again. The only trouble was, could ‘Fiddler’s Rock’ perhaps not be a place in or near Ashbury? What if it had some figurative meaning? He could be driving miles and miles in the wrong direction right now.
He swore as he slammed an indecisive fist into the steering wheel. Never did a case so disconcert him. Actually, he had to admit, this was no ordinary case, his own feelings were involved this time.