Trace Evidence by Elizabeth Becka

Author:Elizabeth Becka
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi, pdf
ISBN: 9781401382766
Publisher: Hachette Books

Riley had gone home on the stroke of five, insisting that nothing more could be done on the case that day. They had interviewed and reinterviewed, it seemed, every single person who had ever met or even been in the presence of Destiny Pierson, and gotten nowhere. The older detective eagerly hurried home to a house that two ex-wives had abandoned. David figured he had a date.

David, on the other hand, felt no hurry to get home to an apartment that no one had had a chance to abandon. The high school girl who lived next door would take Harry out when she got home, so he didn’t have to worry about the effect of working late on his dog’s bladder. With no other clues to follow, he decided to check on the second of his three missing women. Blair Danilov had lived right on his way home. She had been an attractive, athletic girl with long, light brown hair who had disappeared Friday, August 31.

Blair’s apartment building had been built with inexpensive style and had seen better days. The stained carpeting in the lobby smelled of last spring’s mildew. The small doorman’s desk apparently hadn’t been used for a decade or so and a plastic tree listed in the corner. The elevator groaned and creaked. He took the stairs.

The door of apartment 373 opened to show a small woman in Birkenstocks with a woven hemp bracelet and cropped blond hair. Except for the hair, she looked enough like the file photo of Blair Danilov to be the sister, Bonnie, who had filed the report.

“Miss Danilov?”

She scowled at him, putting her whole body into it. “Have you found her?”

“I’m sorry?”

“Blair. Have you found her?”

“No.” David felt no desire to prolong what had to be agony every time the phone rang or a stranger approached. He had learned from his experience with Roberto Sabian. “I’m sorry, there isn’t any news. I’m just—”

“Then what are you doing here?” Arms crossed, weight balanced, she stood in the doorway and issued no invitations.

“I’m from the police department.”

“Duh.”

“How did you know that?” he asked curiously.

“Duh.” She ran a hand through the spiky hair. “You’re wearing a corduroy blazer. No one but cops and college professors would wear something so lame, and if there’s one thing I can recognize faster than a cop, it’s a college professor. What are you doing here if you haven’t found Blair?”

David stifled a sigh, determined to make allowances for the woman’s pain. “I’m going over some missing person cases, trying to find out if there is anything the victims had in common. Do you mind if I ask you a few questions?”

“I mind you jerks asking stupid questions, coming out here every so often just to poke my wounds open again and then going off and not doing a damn thing—yes, I mind. Go ahead, ask.”

“May I come in?”

“No, you may not. I don’t let strange men into my apartment.”

“I have a badge.”

“I don’t care if you have a letter from the pope.

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