Missing: An excerpt from "Behind the Slickrock Curtain"

Missing

Ten days before the Summer Solstice, present day, Durango, Colorado. 

“That weasel-toed slimeball,” Eliza Santos muttered aloud as she coasted into her conspicuously half-empty driveway on her one-speed Hathaway cruiser bike. “He’s still not back.” 

The weasel-toed slimeball, in this particular instance, was her husband, Peter Simons. And he was on…