Tim stared at the cell phone and frowned. He had already called Martier five times over the course of the afternoon and evening with no response. What the fuck? Where was she? He had called the office, but no one had seen her since lunch. It was not like her to leave work without telling him. Even if he wasn't in the office, she would at least leave him a message telling him where she was going.

He pulled into his drive and drove past his house toward the cottage. The porch ...