said, getting off the elevator he’d been waiting for. Though Kim had been a cop for ten years, she’d just made
detective over the summer. She’d been a great cop. And was
going to make an even better detective.
“Thanks,” Ramsey said, taking the folder she held out and
tucking it under his arm with the other one, backing up to let
the elevator go without him. Kim’s timing couldn’t have been
better. He was on his way to pursue a lead on Jack Colton—the
guy who just happened to have been driving a delivery truck
in Claire Sanderson’s neighborhood the day she went missing. “Anything noteworthy?”
With a sympathetic smile, Kim shook her head, her
shoulder-length dark curls bouncing around her shoulders.
“No rap sheet, which you already knew. His DMV record is
clean. He’s lived between here and Boston his entire life with
the exception of a semester at the University of Cincinnati on
a baseball scholarship. He didn’t make the team, dropped out
of school, moved back to Massachusetts and has been here
ever since.”
University of Cincinnati. Handy that the well-known institution of higher learning was less than an hour’s drive from Lucy Hayes. Something she could check out for him. An ex
cuse to give her a ring.
“What about family?” Focus, man. The case was all that
mattered.
Kim gave him another soft smile as she shook her head.
“His folks moved to Florida ten years ago. Dad’s dead, heart
attack. Mother’s in assisted living with early onset dementia.” “Siblings?”
“Nope.” She looked like she was going to say more so he
waited. And then she didn’t. She was looking at him, as though
waiting for him to do something.
He held up the folder. “Thanks,” he said, pushing the report against his side as he stepped back.
“You want to have a drink or something?” Kim hadn’t
moved. Her smile had changed, become more personal. She