“The following afternoon as Rodriguez was on his way to the airport, he called Marco. “I’m heading to the airport, what’s going on?
“Not much, Sergeant. Things have been quiet, but you did get a call from Captain McMahon from L.A.”
“Okay, I’ll call her later when I get home. My flight gets in around seven, so I’ll see you in the morning.” Rodriguez arrived home and found his neighbor Vivian sitting on the couch with Bogie on her lap. “Hi, Vivian. Bogie, did you behave for your Aunt Vivian?”
“Sure, he was a good boy; but you’re running low on cat food, Mr. Rodriguez.”
“Thanks, Vivian. I’ll pick some up.”
“Mr. Rodriguez, may I ask you a question?”
“Sure, go ahead.”
“You’re a sergeant, right?”
“Yeah.”
“Do you look for missing persons?”
“I do if it’s connected to a case I’m working o
