“I want your help.”
I almost balked. I could stare at him for what seemed like forever. I’m sure I looked nothing short of strange with my eyes bugged out like I was one of those toys that you squeezed until it felt like the insides were going to burst out. I gathered myself in what I was proud to say was no amount of time at all.
“You want me help? On what?” I still sounded like an i***t, but I was happy that I hadn’t stuttered. Somehow, I managed to keep my voice from shaking or the dribble of fear that was lurking in my stomach from coming out.
He kept twirling his pen around in his hand. “You know a lot more about the disappearances. About the cases in general. And I’m sure you have access to files and records.”
That was kinda true. I could ask up favors for inside information, b
