CHAPTER ELEVEN
“You know the little girl who was at the park?” Connie ate a ham and cheese sandwich in the police station lounge with Jolie. “The one I followed home.”
Jolie chewed. “Yeah?”
“I ran the license plate of the car in her driveway and found out who her father is.”
“Do you think he’s the kidnapper?”
“Doesn’t seem like it, but you can never be sure. He comes off like a good guy. No record. The only bad thing he’s done is not pay his parking tickets. I got a feeling he has no idea what’s going on.”
Jolie wiped the corner of her mouth. “Then how in the world did his daughter get mixed up with the caller?”
“That’s what I gotta find out.”
Connie’s phone rang.
Jolie picked r****h slices off her salad. “Is it him?”
“No, there’s a number.” Connie accepted the call. “Hello, this
