Chapter 4
Paul Kitka cooked Dace breakfast, and then he apologized for having to leave to go to the office. She brushed off his apology.
“What you all said last night?” she said, her expression troubled. “Doesn’t anyone care that all these women are missing? That women are being abused like that right now?”
Paul frowned. “People care,” he said slowly, “but not in necessarily a useful way. More of a ‘that’s terrible, why doesn’t someone do something’ kind of way than ‘let’s collect the data, pass some laws, require enforcement’ way.”
She nodded and said nothing more. But she smiled when he bent over and kissed her before leaving.
Paul thought that was a very good sign.
What he found when he started digging through the Alaska State Patrol database was not a good sign, however. Troubled
