Tracers 05 - Twisted by Laura Griffin

Author:Laura Griffin [Griffin, Laura]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Simon & Schuster, Inc.
Published: 2012-04-17T00:00:00+00:00

Allison spotted him outside the station house. “Mark, wait up.”

He turned to face her. He had his trench coat on again, and she glanced up at the sky. It was threatening rain.

His expression looked equally threatening.

“Thanks for stepping up in there. No idea where Reynolds is.”

He nodded.

“We’ve got a lot new to work with now,” she said, “thanks to our trip to Delphi.”

He just looked at her, definitely not inviting further conversation. He flicked a glance over her shoulder, and she heard a group of cops exiting the building. He was worried about appearances again.

“Listen, I was thinking,” she continued. “We should interview David Moss out in Huntsville, see what shakes loose.”

He didn’t look surprised by the idea. “We have no reason to believe he’s had any contact with his brother in the last twelve years.”

“But we can’t prove he hasn’t, right?”

He didn’t answer. It started to drizzle, and Allison glanced up at the sky. Mark did, too.

“The other leads we discussed are more promising,” Mark said.

“His brother’s doing life. He’s probably bored out of his mind and willing to talk. That’s promising. What harm could it do to interview him?”

His eyebrows shot up. “What harm?”

“Yes.”

“How about wasting what little time we have left? This isn’t a research project, Allison—it’s a manhunt. You need to be here, working the leads.”

Mark’s phone buzzed and he jerked it from his pocket.

“Wolfe.” His brow furrowed and he turned away slightly. “Yeah . . . yeah. I told you—Craigslist, Kijiji, Zac’s Page. Hit every goddamn one of them. Ryan can help you interpret what the ads mean.” Pause. “She was pimping out her kid, Donovan. She’s not going to come right out and say—” He flicked a glance at Allison, and turned away again. “Yeah . . . No . . . No, that’s not him. We’re looking for a loner. He took them for personal use.”

Allison’s blood chilled as she stood there, eavesdropping. Personal use? Good God, what kind of case was that? She tried to imagine it as he finished up the call.

He stuffed the phone in his pocket and turned around, clearly not happy to see her still standing there.

He looked tired, she realized. Despite the smooth shave and the tie, the lines in his face were more pronounced than they’d been a few days ago and he seemed as though he carried the weight of the criminal world on his shoulders. She wanted to reach out and touch him, but the look in his eyes told her to stay away.

“I don’t know how you do it,” she said quietly. “I think I’d go crazy.”

His jaw tightened. He glanced at his watch. “I need to call my office, so . . .”

“I want to talk to David Moss. You’re a federal agent. One simple phone call and you could probably set it up—”

“Not happening.” He took his phone out again and started down the stairs toward the parking lot, completely dissing her.

“Get to work, Allison,” he said over his shoulder. “You’ve got more than enough to do here.

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