Jessaka's Reviews > The Trackers

She climbed upstairs to their bedroom and packed her suitcase. On her way out she stopped in the gallery, walked up to her husband's favorite painting, took it down and placed it in her suitcase. Then she walked out the door.

Val drove in to town in his old Woody. He had obtained a job painting a mural in the new post office. It was the Depression. He was glad to have a job.

He had shown up a few weeks before Eve had left. When her husband realized that she was not returning to him, he asked Val to go look for her, to track her down.

Val took a cab into the Everglades to find eve's ex-husband's family. He really didn't know what he was getting into. But this is when the story picked up, when I began to enjoy it. Then when I put the book down I realized that I had read a really good story.