There was nothing in Jordan’s room that told them where Matt might be—or rather, nothing either of them could see without digging in to look, and though the thought of touching anything that jerk jacked off on nauseated him, Vic was willing to swallow his pride for Matt. But Officer Jones wouldn’t let him disturb “the scene,” as she called it. “Let me go back to the precinct,” she told him, one hand on his wrist as if that alone could hold him back from tearing the room apart. “I’ll file the missing persons paperwork on Matt, then put in a search warrant request for this place. I’ll say there was an anonymous tip, someone called about some suspicious activity, something. That’ll get me in here legally.”
“While Matt’s who the hell knows where,” Vic bristled. “We’re wasting time—”
“We’re
