“He went north toward the state highway,” Ethan said, checking his reflection in the window.

“I want an emergency vehicle alert out on his blue Ford before he can get her over the county line.”

Victoria set her champagne flute down on its coaster with a sharp click, far more concerned with how her Easter party looked than with her daughter-in-law’s safety.

“The chairman of the parish council turns onto the main avenue in five minutes,” Victoria said quietly, staring at the stained rug.

“I won’t have sheriff’s cruisers parked across my front lawn when his family pulls up.”