“What if Sheila is dead too, Mel? I mean, why Caleb? Even the FBI didn’t think he was guilty of anything, obviously, there was a lot more than met the eye there.”
“And, they weren’t keeping an eye on him like you thought they were,” Mel said. “Now I’m worried about your safety. You need to pack up and get out of there; come home.”
Dana did respond.
“Did you hear me? Forget this. Let the FBI handle it. Just come home. Besides, if you leave now, you’ll get here in time for turkey sandwich leftovers and a second round of Hannah’s pies.”
“I don’t think so Mel. Not yet, as good as that sounds right now. I admit, I was hitting walls down here, but this changes things. Someone’s playing for keeps. I think I need to stay in Tennessee a while longer and follow some more leads, try and find Cale
