McGrew knew he should have left the office when he’d originally planned. He knew he should have let the phone ring and gone out for something to eat. If he had left only a couple minutes sooner, he would have missed the call.
And then it wouldn’t have mattered.
But now, he sat with a dark sky behind him and Beth Walsh’s mother in front of him.
“My life is falling apart, Mr. McGrew. I’ve been as cooperative as possible with you, now I expect the same in return.”
Her eyes were rimmed in red. She had burst into his office ten minutes ago, as if wired on speed, and spilled out a story about how she’d been duped into appearing on The Joanna Downs Show and how her husband had left her.
“I have to know everything you have on this case. I have to find my daughter.”
“We’re doing everything—”
