“You ever have nightmares about that?”
“No.”
“Going for coffee. Anyone want one?” Dave jumped up from his seat, reaching for the coat that was no longer on the desk beside him before smiling over at Julia.
“You just came in with one!” Ron objected.
“You never know what’s been on that desk, Dave,” Julia cautioned, passing him his coat from the rack. “I once got home and found a mouse in my purse. Seriously. That’s why I keep it in the drawer now. This place is disgusting.”
“You’re never going to find her, are you, Detective?” The voice in Mike’s ear repeated what the voice in his head told him whenever it could. “My Chelsea?”
“We’re do our best, Brenda.”
“But no one is actually out there looking any more, are they?”
“Not from the JPTF, no, but—”
“This is the only chance I’ll have t
