“Yes, there’s a match,” she said, a moment later. “I’ve got quite a few matches, actually. Looks like a regular call on Thursdays, and then some other calls at different times as well.”
Laura thought for a moment. How had her family described Kenya? Happy, quiet, keeping her head down.
Repressing everything that might possibly cause any controversy, including her own emotions.
That kind of thing could drive a person to therapy, couldn’t it?
“Can you check the same number against Kenya Lankenua’s logs?”
“I don’t think we have them yet,” Detective Thorson said. She sounded like she moved away from the phone receiver for a minute, her voice going faint and coming back. “Oh, wait a minute! Yes, I’ve got them here. They’ve just come through. Let me see… oh, God, yes! Yes, there’s a match. Regular Wednesday calls, I think. Although not every week.”
“Great,” Laura said, nodding to Nate as he finally emerged from the house. “Thanks for that, Thorson. Send me the address for the office, if you can, and I’ll call back again if we need anything else.”
“Of course,” Thorson said, and Laura couldn’t quite work out from her tone whether she was thrilled by the prospect or just trying to fake it.
“Hey, sorry,” Nate said, opening the passenger side door. “Let’s get going.”
“Absolutely,” Laura grinned. “And don’t worry about the delay. Because I may have just solved this whole case while you were gone – and that therapist has some big questions to answer.”