At the customs booth, an officer in mirrored sunglasses leaned in, glancing over her passport. “Reason for your visit?” Margaret swallowed. “Research… family history, I guess.” He studied her a beat longer, then waved her through. The gate lifted. The car rolled forward, carrying her into a country where David’s trail still lingered.
Her first lead was St. Catharines, Ontario. A service decal hidden under the hood bore the name Mapleview Motors and a faded 1986 date. If the car had been serviced there, then perhaps she might find out more about what had become of its original owner. She drove north.