“I already done it out by the dumpsters.”
Wayne made a disgusted sound. “Didn’t your momma teach you better?”
Ignoring the comment, Buck said, “Keep on drivin’ past that parking lot.”
The urgency in his voice made Wayne glance toward the lot and then speed up.
“Two tough-looking guys,” he said.
“Yeah. I’m thinkin’ they might have the same assignment we got.”
“Why?”
He shrugged. “Must be a lot of interest in Swift and Branson.”
“So what are we gonna do?”
“Call the guy who hired us and ask for instructions.”
“He’s probably still sleeping.’
Buck’s voice took on a nasty tone as he turned toward his partner. “Well, we got reason to wake him up.”
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
“I thought we’d take a look around town before we talk to Mrs. Dubour,” Craig said as he pulled out of the driveway of the B and B.
Stephanie closed her hand around his arm.
“Don’t go there.”
His gaze shot to her, then back to the road as he tuned in to her thoughts.
“You think it’s dangerous to go into Houma,” he said aloud, considering the implication of her words.
“Yes.”
He silently debated her assessment. “You think the men who kidnapped us might be looking for us there.”
“Yes.”
“Which would mean they know something about the Solomon Clinic.”
She nodded.
“Okay, we can go straight to Darla Dubour’s.”
“How are we going to approach her?”
“I think honesty is best. We tell her that we found out we were born because of treatments our mothers received at the Solomon Clinic and came to Houma to see if we could find outmore about the clinic. We were talking to Mrs. Marcos, and she told us about David, and we’d like some more information if she can give it to us.”
“And if she doesn’t want to talk to us?”
“We try our new technique.”
Rachel Harper shuffled a deck of tarot cards and laid one of them on the table.
Her husband, Jake, took in the worried expression on her face.
