Mary Jane pulled into the little roadside diner where she had met the old woman. She wanted to show it to Holden so he could get an idea of where the old woman was last spotted.

They both ordered a Diet Coke at the counter and mulled about, commenting on everything from the salt and pepper shakers to the fact that Hanky Panky was still playing on the jukebox.

Mary Jane was distracted, though, by the girl in the booth at the end of the diner, silently sobbing to herself. Wet tears mixed with red dust making her face sticky. She told Holden to wait for her, while she made her way in the girl’s direction. Mary Jane sat opposite of her, and the girl immediately sat up straight, and wiped her face, trying to compose herself.

“Are you okay?” Mary Jane said soothingly.

“I…I was robbed. I…I…I’m lost,” she stammered and began bursting into tears. Mary Jane came around the table and wrapped the girl in her arms.

“Were you by any chance robbed by a crazy native woman?”