Kevin
I crumpled up the sixth photo and threw it forcefully into the trash basket beside the private investigator’s desk. I was still trying to identify the big burly man who had walked away with Kristen and Joy. When I told Joshua Estelle that the man looked like a hardened criminal, he had taken me quite literally, and had printed off all the mug shots of recent parolees that matched my description.
I had bribed the supermarket for access to the security footage, but somehow every single image, the guy was turned away from the camera. Almost like he knew exactly where the cameras were and he was deliberately avoiding him.
Even when he grabbed Flora’s hand, Flora and I were facing the cameras, while Kristen and the stranger had their backs turned.
“He said the boss sent him,” I said i
