“Go on,” Mark encouraged her when he noticed she was hesitating. He was eager to learn everything Diane had found out about the stolen heirloom.
She let out a long sigh and put her hat on. “I don’t know. I cannot quite – Something is not making any sense. Something about this whole business… Then there were the strange bats, of course, and…”
“And?” said Mark again and chewed his lip.
Diane merely frowned. A moment of silence followed as she struggled to find a way to explain the unexplainable. Mark could see the gears turning in her head. And he knew why. Diane was a big and firm believer in logic. “Everything happens for a reason,” she often said.
Mark thought otherwise. He believed all that was beside the point right now. What she really needed to address and set straight were the facts.
“Hey,” he said. “Don’t keep me in suspense here. Just tell me what happened.” Mark glanced sidelong at her.
Diane said nothing. She remained thoughtful, her brain stubbornly refusing to acknowledge the abnormality of the situation at hand.
He groaned loudly, causing the corner of her mouth twitch a little in response.
To Mark’s surprise, Diane waved him over and led him down the dirt path. They stopped in front of a large tree.