Chapter 14
Waking early to a clear, sunny day, I brushed my teeth, put my hair up, and went down for coffee. Flipping on Good Morning America, I took out my case notes to update my index cards and files with the new information I had. Then, off to the gym, where I punished myself with a forty-five-minute kickboxing class.
As I drove up my street, I spotted Jake’s car parked in front of my house. Parking, I sprung out of the Jeep and ran to him.
“We wrapped up the case,” he said, as he took my hand and led me upstairs.
“So, what happened?”
“Let’s talk about it over dinner tonight. Are you working today?”
“Yeah. We still haven’t found the teen boy, Michael Carson, and we’re still getting information on Wally Mason. I may have a new lead.”
“Do you need to go in now?” he asked, flashing
