Chapter 3
Paul was grateful to whatever gods were watching that his boss knew who Mary Ayek was and the power she could wield if she chose. When he joined them, he was courteous, even respectful.
And Mary Ayek was flirtatious. Paul rolled his eyes. Of course, she was. She was probably in her late 70s by now, he thought, but he could be off by a decade either way. But he was sure she had a man back home, and she would still welcome a fling with this new man. A tall, well-groomed, respectful man in his 60s? Of course, she would. He sighed. He knew what was coming. He was going to be sent to find these missing women.
And truth be told, he was worried. That seemed like a lot of young women who were unaccounted for — not that the police department had tried. And that made him furious, just a
