SUGARBEAR REALTORS was located in a small log cabin at the side of the highway, surrounded by a thick forest and overlooking a granite-faced cliff on the other side of the road.
Brita flashed her badge at the woman who leapt up to greet her as she came through the door. “Detective Brita Muldane, Indianapolis Police.”
The woman’s interest in Brita waned noticeably as she realized she wasn’t a potential customer. The realtor extended her hand and Brita grasped it briefly. “Hello. I’m Carolyn Overholser. How can I help you, Detective?” The woman was tall, very thin, and had graying, light-brown hair, which she had styled in a severe bob. She was dressed like a school librarian but her gaze was sharp and Brita guessed she didn’t miss much.
“We’re trying to find a kidnapping suspect. We thin
