Chapter Twenty-Four
Since I was no longer working for Blaine, I spent most of the day catching up on computer research I owed another client with occasional breaks to do yoga stretches. Stretching my back provided a small measure of relief. The research gig was small change, compared to what I could've earned from Blaine, but it would pay one or two bills.
An officer named Hillerman came by—eventually—to take my report. The man was a few inches taller than me with close-cropped brown hair, well-proportioned features, and an officious manner. He also looked just old enough to get a driver’s license.
As I recounted events leading up to Terry's disappearance, I took pains not to mention Blaine, his dead partner, or his missing daughter. I did throw in the fact that someone had tried to sho
