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He took the last of his drink and was about to ask for his bill when Grant hurried inside. “Sorry. I got delayed at the station, and then I had to take Dexter home.” He sat on the next stool and ordered a Yuengling draft.
“How are you? Sorry I made you wait.” He flashed a smile, and Marty’s annoyance evaporated.
“It’s okay. But don’t do it again.”
“I know. Making people wait is rude. But I have a good excuse.” He waited for the beer. “We found some traces of the person who took Bobby.
Not a lot, but we did find something. We sent what we have to the lab, but that’s going to take some time to get the results. Still, it’s a huge break in the case. We can check it through the databases….”
“Basically, if you have a suspect, you’ll have something to check against? That’s a step forward.” He ordered a second drink, his limit. “I checked with the neighbors, put the word out asking if anyone saw anything, but no one seems to have.”
“We asked as well,” Grant said. “Went door to
door.”
“I know. But sometimes folks remember things, or they’ll say things on the neighborhood chat that might be interesting. But so far no one has said anything.” He cradled his empty glass in his hands. “I know the people where I live, and they rarely miss anything. Someone saw something, but for whatever reason, they’re scared to say anything.”
“How do you know?”
“Because if anything happens, they share it in the chat. It happens all the time. That’s how I know about anything that goes on. Lots of people love to talk, and they share quite a bit. But with all the activity at the house,
there hasn’t been much discussion. I find it kind of unsettling. But if someone did see something and is being quiet, I’ll do my best to find out.”
“Folks get scared sometimes. But if they don’t help us, then we can’t help them.” Grant’s beer arrived, followed shortly by Marty’s second cocktail. “Anyway, I wanted to share that we’re making progress. But I wish things would move faster.”
“Do you think he’s still out there?” Marty
asked.
“Yeah.” He took a swig from his beer. “I think there’s another case that may be related, but I don’t have any proof. Just something in my gut that keeps telling me that they’re related to each other. The other little boy hasn’t been found.” Grant’s gaze stayed down at his glass. “One of the other officers is working that case. Cameron, the boy, has been gone over two weeks. Wes doesn’t think they’re related, so he’s still working that case andI’m working this one, but….” He took another drink of the beer.
“I wish I had some sort of good news or something to make things better, but I don’t.” Marty said. “I suppose this is the hard part about being a cop. You have to deal with the things that most of us wish we didn’t. But if you think I can help….”
“That’s the thing. I’m working the case the way a policeman should, but somehow I think I need to come at this like a kidnapper. You know—what is he thinking? What does he want?” “
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