CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Vance marched into the Red Marrow police station and slammed his hand on the counter. “Abie!”
Abie opened his eyes, wiping drool from the corner of his mouth. “Vance. I dozed off.”
“Really?”
“Something wrong?”
“Winston Lewis is missing.” Vance yanked off his sweaty tam. “He’s not answering his phone, and I went by the cottage and he isn’t there. Looked like he hasn’t been there in days.”
Abie yawned, stretching. “You want to make a report?”
Vance tossed Abie’s clipboard at him. “I want you to get your arse in gear and find him.”
Abie got his pen, nodding frantically. “Any ideas where to start?”
“Yes.” Vance leaned on the counter. “Jonathan Wild.”
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The following night, Linda invited CeCe to her home for dinner under the ruse of starting a friendship.
While t
