“I was a detective with APD. I met him and Reese when a case I was working intersected with theirs.”
“Let me guess, Brantley took over.”
“He did.”
“Doesn’t surprise me.”
Her haughty tone had him going on the defense. “Why? Because it was personal for Brantley? Because the governor’s daughter was missing, and Greenwood personally called him to help out?”
Her eyes were wide when she peered over at him. “I didn’t know that.”
“And again, you assumed.” Baz sighed, turned his attention back to the road. “I’m not sure what it is you hope to gain from working on this task force, but might I suggest you think on it long and hard before you get in too deep?”
While he didn’t want to pass judgment, Baz couldn’t help but think Allison was in this for the wrong reasons. He only hoped she figured it out before she did something they might all regret.
*
The drive from HQ was quiet.
Too quiet as far as Trey was concerned, but he hadn’t known what, if anything, he should say to Evan, so he’d kept his mouth shut.
Not an easy feat considering the drive from Coyote Ridge to Lakeway was mapped to be close to an hour.
Thankfully, with the toll road, Trey had made good time, shortening it by ten minutes. He figured that was because of the mind-bending silence and the fact he’d kept his foot on the gas the entire way.
“You ever been out this way?” Evan prompted when the scenery shifted, Mansfield Dam denoting their location, a sign they were nearing their destination.
“Nope,” Trey admitted. “Never had a reason to.”
“Lake Travis might be a good enough reason,” Evan said, staring out the window at the expansive blue water.
“Never been much of a fisherman,” he admitted.
“Me, neither.” Evan looked over at him. “I settled in Round Rock because it wasn’t Austin, but it seemed central to a lot of things.”
“It is now. It’s all grown up over the years. Coyote Ridge used to be in the middle of nowhere.”
There was a small chuckle from Evan as he leaned back in his seat, stared out the window again. “How do you want to handle this? I figured you could take point, and I’ll follow your lead.”
Trey shook his head. “I wouldn’t suggest doin’ that. Half the time, I don’t know where I’m goin’ or what I’m doin’.”
“You’re obviously doing something right,” Evan noted. “You’ve closed the most cold cases of the entire task force. That’s no small feat.”
“Who told you that?”
Evan grinned. “Charlie did. The day I interviewed with her. She seems quite impressed by you.”
“Nothing else to do,” he said, not wanting the praise.
“I looked into one of them. Your cold cases, that is.”
Trey’s head jerked, eyes shifting to his passenger as he pulled to a stop at a red light.
Evan shrugged. “I was curious. Charlie mentioned a case out of Round Rock. I wanted to know what it was.”
Great. He was one of those nosy cops who couldn’t leave well enough alone.
“Husband reported his wife missing,” Evan explained. “Said she went out with friends one night, never came home.”
