Jake Randolph, Private Investigator Pt. 59

Once I knew that Kerri was safe I could get down to business. When I had gone through her purse I found a receipt for a fixed flat at a garage in Barstow, down Route 66. If my hunch was right, and Kerri came from Las Vegas, then she probably drove south in Nevada and got onto Route 66 after she had the flat fixed, and drove it the rest of the way to L.A.

I reached the garage, Murphy's Auto Shop, and pulled up to the gas pumps. The sun was too tired to sustain the day any longer...