Margaret blinked. “Me?” Evelyn’s lips pressed thin, then curved in the faintest smile. “I can pay you a little. Enough for gas, maybe food. If you’d go across the border, ask questions. Find out what became of David. I need to know if he made it, even if he never came back.”
Margaret hesitated, the envelope still open between them. “I’m not a detective,” she said quietly. “I’m barely getting by myself. I just needed a car.” Evelyn’s eyes softened. “All the more reason. You have no agenda, no angle. Just curiosity and maybe enough stubbornness to go farther than I could.”