After thanking Hazel Buford, I headed toward my van. I had to get this information to Lady Elsmere and Shaneika Mary Todd, but first I checked the app on my phone. I needed to see if Asa had flown out of Lexington.
Guess what!
The little blinking dot showed me that Asa was encamped on Jacks Creek Pike, a road that runs perpendicular east of Tates Creek Road. The little stinker.
I called Bess and asked her to have her son run over to the Butterfly and let Baby out to tinkle. I didn’t know when I would return home.
Bess assured me she would go over and bring Baby back with her. That was even better. She didn’t inquire as to why I wouldn’t be home, and I didn’t confide in her.
I made a beeline to Jacks Creek Pike. I wasn’t sure what I was going to find, but I had a deep suspicion I would find Asa—doing God knows what.
It was a little before dusk when I made my way to Jacks Creek Pike. As the road didn’t have any lights, I had to find Asa before the sun went completely down. Otherwise I would have to go home and start again in the morning. With Asa, I wasn’t sure she’d be in the same location come morning.
I was heading toward the river and dreaded driving down the steep incline which leads to the Kentucky River when the tag indicated the house on the right. I stopped the van and peered into the driveway, spying a little white framed house with a messy lawn. A car came up behind and honked his horn. I turned on my right blinker and turned cautiously toward the house. I stopped about fifty feet from the house and sat, gazing at the house.
A porch light came on.
Uh oh. What was I in for?