“You’ve got exactly ten seconds to tell me where you’ve hidden your loot,” said Trout. “Or else I’ll blow your head off.”
She yawned. A redheaded woman was there with Trout. Kate could see her rummaging through the cabin,
dumping drawers and knocking things from the shelves of cabinets.
The woman came to her. “Where is it?” she demanded. “Linda Miller?” asked Kate. “Is that you?”
Linda Miller had been in the fourth grade when Kate Barlow was still a teacher.
She had been a cute freckle-faced girl with beautiful red hair. Now her face was blotchy, and her hair was dirty and scraggly.
“It’s Linda Walker now,” said Trout. “Oh, Linda, I’m so sorry,” said Kate.
Trout jabbed her throat with the rifle. “Where’s the loot?” “There is no loot,” said Kate.
“Don’t give me that!” shouted Trout. “You’ve robbed every bank from here to Houston.”
“You better tell him,” said Linda. “We’re desperate.” “You married him for his money, didn’t you?” asked Kate. Linda nodded.
“But it’s all gone. It dried up with the lake. The peach trees. The livestock.
I kept thinking: It has to rain soon. The drought can’t last forever. But it just kept getting hotter and hotter and hotter...”
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