This woman was behind these kidnappings.
I just knew it.
I got out of my office chair, pushed through the door that led into the medical examiner’s office, and hurried up to Odin.
He stopped what he was doing—he was weighing what looked like a spleen—and stared.
I knew no one had just walked into his office before like I’d just done, and he wasn’t sure what to do.
“I think I found them!” I declared.
Odin listened to my off-the-wall rambling, but instead of calling me crazy, he looked thoughtful. “I think you might be on to something here. Call Black.”
I shook my head. “I can’t. I don’t know his number.”
“It’s in my phone,” he said.
I again shook my head. “I’m just going to go to the station. They’re only a couple of blocks away.”
His eyes looked worried. “Ask Bells to go with you.”
I looked out the front door. “Is he still there?”
He shrugged. “Might be.”
I left. “I’ll keep you updated. Also, I didn’t lock the office door.”
Odin called out, “I got it.”
Bells wasn’t at the door. He was back across the street talking to some other person who wasn’t Mr. Salesman.
I didn’t bother to go over there. Instead, I took off at a jog and arrived at the police station long minutes later wheezing and promising myself that I would seriously start working out one of these days.
I didn’t stop to talk to Kelly, just hurried past her despite her yelling out, “You can’t go in there!”
I burst through the doors, spotted Gentry in a glass room off to the right, and all but ran inside.
I didn’t notice who else was in the room with him when I set everything out on the table and verbal word vomited everything to him.
Well, and Black, who had come closer at some point during my rambling.
It was only after I was done, and the silence became quite oppressive, that I realized that I wasn’t in the room with only Black and Gentry.
There were several other people in that room as well. A gorgeous blonde female. A redheaded man who looked like I’d just stuck his dick in an ant pile, and a studious-looking nerd guy that looked ever so thoughtful.
“It could work,” the nerd said.
The woman and the angry man, however, didn’t agree.
The man stood up and leaned over the table. “Who are you?”
I looked to Gentry to answer, but Black had somehow maneuvered him out of the room in the few seconds I’d been looking away.
Black was talking to him and pointing to the room to the left. When Gentry looked ready to come back inside, Black poked him in the chest, leaned in, and whispered something that had Gentry stiffening.
“You are?” the man repeated.
“Sage Kelly,” I blurted out without thinking.
