Chapter 17
Doyle walked back to the station feeling perplexed about Kord. The guy was still keeping his distance—which Doyle had to wonder about. Was it fear of himself that kept Kord distant or had he really just been caught in a weird, in-the-moment thing with Doyle? A moment that Kord now regretted? Regretted it enough to cut off all ties with Doyle.
The squad room was empty, which Doyle was grateful for. He needed to get working and not to play defense against hostile colleagues.
He picked up the file, glanced through and decided, considering time zones, that it’d be all right to call Kyle Beechum, the victim who’d moved out of town.
“Hello?” A man picked up on the first ring.
“Kyle? Kyle Beechum?” Doyle stared at the file that didn’t contain a picture of Beechum.
“Speaking. Who’
