Missing Person by Matt Lincoln

Author:Matt Lincoln [Lincoln, Matt]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2021-02-13T22:00:00+00:00

16

I sat at my desk, staring at the scrap of paper where I’d written down John Amherst’s number. Cal was still running it through the system to try to verify it, but that didn’t mean I couldn’t give it a call in the meantime. I glanced at the conference room. Graham was still out, though she hadn’t told anyone where she’d gone. Hopefully, she wouldn’t walk back in while I was on the phone.

I dialed the number and hit the green “call” button, raising the phone to my ear and leaning back in my chair. The phone beeped at me immediately, and an automated voice informed me that the number I was trying to reach was no longer in service.

“Damn,” I said as the line went dead.

“Amherst’s number?” Lex asked, sitting across from me at her own desk.

“Not in service,” I said, dropping my phone by the keyboard.

“Why would Amherst disappear so completely?” Lex wondered. “He was a decorated U.S. Marshal. He could be in charge of the whole shebang or teaching somewhere. Why go off the grid?”

“Maybe something happened. Maybe he crossed the wrong bad guy.”

“So, how do we get ahold of him?” Lex asked.

I shrugged. From what Rachel had told us of Amherst, he didn’t have any family, and his old friends were work friends, most of whom were U.S. Marshals, and if Graham hadn’t been able to shake anything loose from them, then I doubted we would, either.

“We’ll just have to hope Cal turns something up,” I sighed. “In the meantime, I might take a small thank-you gift over to Linda and Meg for their help this morning. Do you want to come?”

“Ramirez wants to talk with me about his case,” Lex answered. “You go. I’ll call you as soon as Cal turns something up.”

I grabbed the bag with my damp clothes as I stood and headed outside to my car. I made a quick detour home to change out of my borrowed sweatpants and t-shirt and my now stinky socks. Once I was presentable, I swung by a bakery to pick up a box of nice pastries and then plugged the address for the Coast Guard base into my phone and was soon trundling along the lake. The water was still a bit choppy from the storm, but there were plenty of boats out and about, taking advantage of the high winds.

I couldn’t drive right down to the base without a special parking pass, but I found some street parking nearby and got out to walk, sweating under my lightweight blazer. I followed the sloping road down through the security gate and over to the harbor. The Coast Guard base was sectioned off from the rest of the harbor, and boats of all shapes and sizes lined its docks while even more bobbed further out in the water. People in blue uniforms rushed around the place with no wasted motion or time. Everyone had a task to do and knew the exact best way to do it.

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