Chapter 7Making contact with Charlie Evanov proved to be easier said than done. Fiona and I visited Evanov’s apartment, with no response to our knock on the door.
“Can’t catch a break on this case,” I grumbled as I piloted the squad car down the broad street. “Might as well head back to—”
“Slow down. Look, over there.” Fiona gestured to the small parkette just ahead.
“That’s Charlie.” PAT spoke up from the back seat with her usual certainty.
I shot a glance at the patch of green space and frowned. The man’s face resembled the image of Charlie we’d posted on the white board back at the Precinct. But I had no problem acknowledging that PAT’s identification abilities were stronger than mine. If PAT said she’d seen Charlie, you could take that to the bank.
“That tall man beside him—he loo
