“Wendy’s not my priority. She’s a grown woman who can do what she wants.”
“But is she missing?”
Smith sighed and looked at his feet. “I’m figuring that out, okay? It’s not for you to worry about. Wendy is my fight, not yours; regardless of what transpired between you and me in the past. What I need you for now is Eva Covington and her suspect Polaroid.”
“Maybe you shouldn’t have thrown her out of the office so fast. It’s a shame,” Wynn said, approaching the desk. “I was really hoping to hear how a motel that burned down when I was still in high school showed up in a photograph taken last week.”
“Who said we aren’t going to find out?”
“You think she’ll cave and tell you?”
Smith tossed Eva’s discarded cigarette into the trash. “Absolutely not. That old bag is guarding that secret with
