Fourteen
Ellie
Once my number is changed, I begin to wonder if it’s even going to help. I don’t think Bryan is bluffing. Jake calls Owen and tells him what happened, and now we’re stopping by the police department to talk to Detective Bradshaw. He’s waiting for us in the lobby, dressed in his crisp uniform. He nods toward the hallway.
“I was going to call you today. You beat me to it.” We follow him down the hallway to his office. It smells like coffee. “Have a seat,” he says.
We sit down in the two leather chairs across from his desk. “What’s going on, Detective?” Jake asks, glaring at him.
Sighing, Terry clasps his hands together on the desk. “I’ve had some of my officers stationed around Snyder’s house. According to your texts, he’s around the area, but nobody has seen him around h
