As it was the last place Paisley was seen, the Misfit Inn had been turned into incident command. Search and rescue had been deployed, combing the woods more thoroughly, searching for any additional clues. Ty had called Metro Police in Nashville to confirm what he already knew—that Fisher wasn’t around. He’d taken personal leave four days before. That wasn’t an indictment on its own, but the report from Carissa Knowles, who’d co-taught the citizen’s police academy with him was a heavy weight on that side of the scale.
“He really liked her. Everybody did. She was the belle of the class, and everybody had more fun because she was there. But Fisher definitely skated the line with her. Flirting even though she was taken. Touching her more than strictly necessary. She definitely got special tre
