Jared nodded tightly. “Nada.”
“What the hell?” Trey asked, the anger he’d been keeping in check flashing.
Jared shook his head. “Swear to you, as soon as we stepped inside, I thought I saw him going down one of the aisles, went to follow him and that was the last we saw.”
Charlie, an unassuming, young-looking cop with close-cropped brown hair and blue eyes, spoke up. “The manager’s best guess is that he disappeared out the back entrance. Not used much, but there is another parking lot back there that connects to the street on the other side. The manager said the rental car company uses it for storage. My guess is he planned to switch cars all along. Manager said she’d pull the tapes from the only surveillance camera they have back there, but she doesn’t know if it covers the whole lot.”
