“Thanks for meeting me, Blake,” Max said and took a sip of his coffee.
“If it’s about tomorrow, the barn’s empty,” I said and he shook his head.
“It’s not. I have to ask you some questions.” He was looking uncomfortably at me and I knew.
“Ask away, Max.” I was smiling but inside I began to worry. Had I messed up somehow? I looked over at Charlotte and she looked away quickly.
“I received a missing person’s report from Nevada. Some ex-cop and a group of his friends went missing. His brother has no clue where he is. His phone’s off and they haven’t heard from him since Saturday night,” Max said.
“Nevada?” I asked with a frown. “Why did they send it to you?”
“Blake, the guy, Andrew Douglas, he called in your registration number to the Dubuque Police Station to request your address,” Max
