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question.
                  “I think that, or something like it, is a distinct possibility, yeah.”
                  “I’ve heard there was another woman who disappeared from here recently. What about there being a connection?”
                  Jessup sneered. “That so called disappearance is nothing more than a young women who moved on to a more exciting life. It’s no secret around here that she was unhappy in her marriage - tired of cooking and scrubbing floors, I expect – and simply left.”
                  “You ever find any evidence to support that theory?” I asked.
                  “Never found anything to disprove it,” he countered.
                  It was pretty obvious Jessup attached no importance at all to the fact that Charlene Lamont no longer resided in Colville. I could only hope his attitude might change in Callie’s case.
                  “I checked with Miles,” I said. “Callie took nothing with her this morning. No extra clothes, no money. Nothing.”
                  Jessup sat back and reached for a cigarette. “Don’t mean a lot,” he said. “She can access her bank accounts from anywhere. As for clothes she can buy them anywhere, too.”
                  “Seems like you’ve made up your mind about this already,” I said.
                  “If nothing is heard from her in another thirty-six hours we’ll put out a missing person alert on her with the State boys. Not much else I can do until then.” He stood and went to the door.
                  “What about the pickup?” I said.
                  “If nothing has changed we can go out and get it in the morning.” He raised his eyebrows in an ‘anything else?’ gesture.
                  I hung my head in defeat. “Okay.”
                  He left without another word.
                  I looked at Bix. I hadn’t yet seen him take a whiz. He must have had the biggest bladder in the world. “Come on,” I said.
                  He struggled sleepily to his feet and followed me into the hall and out the back door like he was doing me a personal favor. He scouted around in the vacant lot behind the hotel for five minutes before finally deciding to do his business.
                  For the rest of the afternoon and well into the evening we spent the hours wandering around town. I picked up a bag of dog chow and some junk food and we ate a solemn meal together in our room.
     
                  I was up at six, in the habit of rising at that time every morning while in prison. They got you up early so they could put you down early. It was a habit I was probably going to have some trouble breaking. I slipped into my jeans and padded down the hall to the bathroom. It was shared by the five other rooms on the same floor. I didn’t know how many of the other rooms were occupied but getting up when I did pretty much assured I’d have the bathroom to myself for awhile. But I didn’t need it for long, anyway, because my shaving gear and toothbrush had been left at the Wilson place.
                  When I got back to the room I took Bix out the rear door of the hotel and around the side to the main street, then headed in the direction of the diner.              Once there I left Bix in his usual spot and took a seat once again at the counter. Kat served me a couple of poached eggs on toast with my coffee. I figured they’d be about the safest thing on the menu.
                  “Anything further on Callie?” she asked.
                  “No. I’m going over to see Jessup when I finish up here. I talked with him yesterday afternoon but he hadn’t come up with much then.”
                  “Do you need to borrow my car?”
                  “Maybe