Only O’Brien and Pulaski were at their desks. The rest of the squad room was empty and quiet.
“Anybody see Verlangen this morning?”
“What’s the matter?” Pulaski asked with mock concern. “Can’t keep track of your loverboy?”
“He’s not—” Doyle started then sighed. What was the point of responding? It only made them worse. He went to his desk and sat down.
“He was here early then he said he had some leads to run down and left,” O’Brien offered.
“Did he say where?”
“Nah, he’s kinda close mouthed, y’know? I guess undercover work makes you keep to yourself.”
“Thanks, Obie.” Doyle decided to go over his list and pick up a few leads himself. But try as he might, he couldn’t stop thinking about Kord.
Sitting at his desk, he pulled out a file and a notepad. At the top he put the words Find Th
