“I never said he was a stud.”
“You didn’t have to. I heard it in your voice.”
I bit back a sigh and began to regret making the call in the first place. There were other people I could have asked. Then again, Lance was one of the people I looked to when I needed someone to dig into law enforcement data, and right then, Lance was about the last person I wanted to know anything about Grayson.
“Anyway, over in Cottonwood, I’ve got a man who got in a fight with his girlfriend and took off. Haven’t heard from him since, but I don’t think he’s your guy, either, because the party in question is Hispanic and five foot eight. No one up in Flagstaff, and nothing down in Camp Verde or all the way over to Prescott. I can check Phoenix if you like.”
“No, that’s all right,” I said absently, my brain
