Chapter Forty-Two
Katie’s gaze skittered about the office, as if looking for an escape hatch. I approached her desk and sat uninvited in one of the guest chairs.
“Where is she?” I asked.
“I … I already told you. I don’t know.”
I leaned forward. “You’re not a good liar. I think you do know. And you better start talking.”
She threw me a scornful look. “Or what?”
“Or I call the cops.”
Katie shifted in her desk chair. “I don’t know … anything.”
“You know enough.” I rose, planted my hands on her desk, and leaned over it until my face was inches from Katie’s. Yoga had done wonders for my battered back. “I’ve been threatened, shot at, and fired by a client who said he was looking for his daughter. I think there’s something more going on here. And, whatever it is, I think there’s a reason
