Chapter Five
“Mark, how many times have I told you? If you finish the coffee, put another pot on.”
Mark was behind his desk in the police station, filling out another report about the missing girl and the fact that no one at the wilderness camp seemed to know anything. The problem with that was that someone always knew something.
The way the social worker had pulled out of there without another word to him, he knew that as long as this girl’s case remained open, she would likely continue to be a thorn in his side.
“Didn’t you hear me?” said Gail Shepard, the chief’s wife. “I’m not your mother, you know. Taking the last of the coffee and shoving the pot back on the burner is not only a fire hazard but also makes it damn impossible to clean all the burnt-on crud.”
He lifted his gaze to
