Eight
By the time I got back to the precinct, the sun had already sunk below the horizon. Despite the warm summer air, I shivered at the thought of Carly out there with strangers doing who knew what to her. I settled at my desk, noting that Jacquie was bent over a handwritten list of names and addresses.
“What did you find out?” She asked, glancing up at the sound of my chair squeaking under my weight.
“Nothing yet. But Kayla will keep me updated. You have any luck?”
She shook her head, setting aside the list. “No. So far, I’ve run background checks on everyone. They’ve all come back clean. We don’t have the manpower right now to go knocking on doors and bring everyone in to confirm alibis.”
“Let me see the list.” I held out my hand and she passed it over. I took a picture and sent De
