After searching the internet, Trisha looked at Brad, sitting next to her in the cramped office. They'd found nothing. Not one article.
"We could ask my parents some questions," he suggested.
Remembering the fear on her father's face when she'd brought up the dreams, she shook her head. "I don't think we should involve anyone unless we have to. What about the library? They might have old articles from the Rapids Gazette."
Now out of print, the small town paper seemed their only shot without directly asking questions.
"Maybe." Brad crossed his arms. "It's getting late, though. Everyone will be back soon."
The McArthurs had called earlier. Andrew's funeral would be the day after tomorrow. Detective Lafferty gave the all-clear to use the ranch house again. She needed to go in and prepare for the men to return. Brad had purchased extra sensor lights for the exterior of the houses, along with new locks.