Ziegler was sitting in his office, the map lying on his desk, when Bayer came in. “We may have more information about the truck, sir. A dozen witnesses claimed they saw it, but they’re scattered around the city.”
Ziegler frowned. “She probably drove through side streets before she hid it, hoping as many people as possible saw her. Just to confuse us should we question residents.”
Bayer nodded and sat down in front of the desk. “That could be, sir. She is cunning.”
“And always ahead of us, it seems,” Ziegler said, frowning. “Does any of it tie together?”
“Not yet. But five or six witnesses seem credible, even though they’re in different locations. Sergeant Frank’s men will question them again.”
Ziegler was quiet. Each step forward was another step back. “We are closing in. They’re here
