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They came out of their bedroom armed.
“Stay back!” Wade said, and both men headed for the door.
Wade glanced out the window, recognized the truck and frowned.
“What the hell is he doing here?”
“Open the door and find out,” Cameron said. “I’ve got your back.”
When Wade opened the door, he immediately scoped out both the man on the doorstep and the surrounding area.
“Sorry to bother you,” Hershel said. “I’ve been up at the Red Cross station all morning and was leaving to go to lunch when Miss Doyle asked me to drop this off for Miss Landry. She said someone found it under the cot she used.”
He smiled, handed over the sack and started to leave, then paused.
“Nearly forgot. Miss Doyle said to tell Nola hello.”
“How did you know she was here?” Wade asked.
Hershel pointed. “That’s my motor home right down there, see? The one with the green stripe. I’ve been laid up with a fever and had a lot of time on my hands. Saw you all coming and going over the past couple of days. Besides, everybody knows it. The only reason the press is camped out at the entrance to the park now is in the hopes of getting her picture.”
“Thank you,” Wade said.
“No problem. I’ll be off now. Have a nice day.”
Wade watched until the man left, and then went inside and locked the door.
Nola came out of the hallway.
“That’s one of the men who works at the Red Cross station,” she said. “The cooks think he’s cute but too bowlegged.”
Wade grinned. “Well, Laura sent him by with this. I guess we missed it when we were gathering up your things. And…according to him, everybody knows you’re here.” He grinned. “Not that we didn’t suspect it, but it’s so damn reassuring to hear it from a perfect stranger.”
“It’s a small town. That’s how stuff happens,” she said, then took the bag, looked in, recognized the things inside and carried it back to her room.
Cameron was frowning. “That was the guy we interviewed who was so sick, right?”
Wade nodded as Nola returned to the kitchen.
“These are about ready. Has anybody heard from Tate?”
Cameron could see the front yard through the window from where he was standing and watched the SUV turn off the road into the yard.
“He’s driving up.”
“Just in time. I hope everything is okay,” she said.
“Do we have onions?” Wade asked.
“Yes. I sliced some for the burgers. They’re on a plate in the refrigerator. Grab them and we’ll be ready to eat.”
Tate walked in, locking the door behind him.
“Dinner is ready,” Nola said.
“Be there as soon as I wash,” he said, and disappeared down the hall.
She frowned. He was definitely not happy, but he would talk about it when he was ready.