With shaking fingers, I type the name into the search bar.
No news articles, thank god.
It wouldn’t be front-page news if a person went missing unless he was someone vital to the community.
But even scrolling through the second, third, and fourth pages, there’s nothing about this man.
Switching tactics, I log into the professional networking website almost everyone uses, typing the name again to see if there's a resume oranything.
I really hoped his name would be rarer than this, but there are over a dozen of them to flip through that live within the state.
Stockbroker.
Movie Theater Manager.
Real Estate Agent.Oh, that could be him.If it’s someone I’ve met in passing, my nausea can rest.
Opening his profile, the picture that pops up is of a young, blonde man, definitely not the man I shot.Fuck.
Moving on.
Entrepreneur.
Server.
Security Agent.
Bank Teller.
Security agent.
Of course, that one has no picture.
God damn it.
I glance at my phone on the counter.
This is probably a bad idea.
He’s going to laugh at me for being so fucking persistent about this.
I pick up the phone anyway to text Skyler.
How quickly could you get me info about a court case?
I don’t expect to hear back from him until tomorrow when he’s more available, but if I don’t at least send the text andfeellike I’ve accomplished something in my little investigation, I’ll start pacing across the floor and spiraling.Again.
Within seconds, my phone pings and I practically dive onto the counter to check it.
bestest friend of lover boy
he’s squeaky clean brigy. we do a background check before anyone gets through the door at mingle
Would a background check include him being a witness in someone else’s trial?
…
Those little dots appear and reappear several times over the next few minutes and I wonder if I’m going to get a text from Cormac about why I’m texting his friend and not him.
