“It does make you wonder, though. Doesn’t it?”
“What’s that?”
Boone turned a slightly arched brow in Emmett’s direction. “If those two are such good friends, why didn’t Devon tell Janie she was coming to D.C.?”
Why, indeed?
But another thought came to him at the same time, making him wonder if the detective’s question went down the wrong track.
“Where was Devon staying?” he asked Boone, assuming the man had done his due diligence.
“Her name didn’t pop up in any of the local hotels’ systems.”
Emmett thought for a moment. “Was her car anywhere near where she was found?”
Boone shook his head with confidence. “We did a full sweep of the area, but none of the vehicles there were registered to her, and the three rentals we ran came back to other people.”
“She could have taken a rideshare, once she got into the city,” Emmett proposed.
“But to where?” The guy’s slid his hands into his pockets. “She was found on a street with filled with boarded-up buildings. Nothing to find around there but trouble. No way a woman like that would go there on her own.”
Emmett yanked his phone from his pocket and made a call. With the device to his ear, he waited while it rang.
“Who you calling?” Boone asked.
“Savage,” he answered. “We may not know whyDevon’s here, but he should be able to figure out when and how she got to D.C.”
“I don’t want to know how your teammate is going to go about finding that information, do I?” The other man sent him a look.
“Probably not.”
Another ring later and Blake’s greeting came through the phone. “Savage.” His voice was rough from sleep.
“Sorry to wake you, but we’ve got a situation.”
“Janie?”
The sound of sheets rustling reached Emmett’s ears. “Not her.”This time.He quickly relayed the situation. And then, “I need you to see if you can figure out how long she’s been here, where she’s been staying, and how she got here from St. Louis.”
A short stretch of silence filled the phone’s speakers before Blake spoke up again.
“Is this the same friend Janie told us about before?” Blake asked. “The one who looked into Amy Weaver’s background before Janie came to us for help?”
“Devon Brighton.” Emmett confirmed the woman’s name before filling his teammate in on the situation. “Yeah. It’s her.”
A low curse reached his ears before Blake’s seething voice returned.
“The assholesbeather?”
“Yeah.” Emmett swallowed. “Did a damn good job of it, too.”
For a moment, Blake didn’t say anything more. When he spoke up again, he sounded . . . different.
“I’ll see what I can find out and call you back.”
“Thanks, man.”
“No thanks needed.” His teammate ended the call.
