CHAPTER 9
I grabbed the bar holding the hangers for the choir robes. “They don’t know where he is?”
“Not yet. No discernible footprints away from the car. The kidnapper must have had another vehicle already parked there.”
Pain stabbed my head and a rock-size lump formed in my throat. I couldn’t accept the facts Boyd was relating with the flat tonality I should have become used to already. I said, “The vehicle belonged to the diocese of Colorado? Do they know who was driving it? Was the vehicle stolen? How do you know Tom was—”
Boyd slid a matchstick into his mouth and leaned against the wall. He ticked points off on his fingers. “First, we think Schulz was in the vehicle because, again, we found some of his stuff.”
“More? Like what this time?”
Boyd shifted his weight and looked doubt
