Chapter sixteen
Jonah
After my less-than-satisfying lunch, I slip back into headquarters and set up my laptop in one of the upstairs offices. After a string of investigators stop in with case updates, questions, and awkward small talk, I get a break long enough to log in on the computer and connect to the Aicil database.
I pull up Kaylyn’s electronic file, copy her father’s name, and enter it into the database. But as soon as I push the enter key, my peace is interrupted once again when Emmerson appears in the doorway.
“Dr. Emmerson,” I say, discreetly minimizing the window and pulling up another case file, just in case the old man wants to get nosey.
“You’ve been quiet today,” he says.
What can you say when you have nothing to say? “I started this job buried in paperwork, and there’
