“Good move. The more I hear about it, the more unsettled I feel.”
“I get that. The good news is that it’s something for us to look into. The worst cases are the ones where there’s nothing—no leads, no evidence. Nothing to show us where to look.”
“Makes sense. Although . . . it doesn’t exactly feel like good news.” A frown tugged at her lips.
He squeezed her arm. “I know. And I’m sorry.”
For a moment neither of them said anything. They were each quiet with their thoughts.
“The drone will arrive in the morning,” Wyatt finally said. “We’ll have two dog teams, volunteer search parties, and law enforcement will be there.”
She looked out at the pond. The cold worked through her jacket, but she didn’t move to go back inside. “Are you going to tell me to stay here tomorrow?”
“Would it work?”
“No.”
“Then I’m not going to waste my breath.”
She almost smiled.
The porch went quiet again.
“You should get some sleep,” Wyatt finally said. “Tomorrow starts early.”
“I know.” But Kori didn’t move. “Wyatt.”
He turned toward her.
“Thank you,” she murmured. “For all you’re doing.”
Something unreadable moved through his gaze. “Of course. Get some sleep.”
She started to say more but stopped.
Then gunfire sounded in the distance.
