The only solution Grady had come up with was moving to Whisper Lake to be near his mom. With the cost of living being so much lower here, he was able to keep his mom in the assisted care home that she thrived in.
His plan was to get a lay of the land and then buy a house. He had a good chunk of money saved, not enough to buy a house in L.A. but he’d be able to pay cash for one in Whisper Lake.
It wasn’t what he’d hoped his future was going to hold, but as he’d seen on his job as a homicide detective, it could be a lot worse. A lot of people didn’t have any future.
Grady had just begun to type out the report when Chief Steele walked out of his office.
“Caldwell, just got a call from the 12th precinct in Chicago. They’re working a case of a vehicle stolen at gun point and traced it here. I need you to head over to the B&B. The perp is a brown haired, blue-eyed, female in her late twenties or early thirties. She is considered armed and dangerous.”
Brown hair, blue eyes, female in her late twenties? This sounded like another setup.
His suspicion must have been written on his face because Steele assured him, “This is real. They have a tracker on the car. I’ll send you the plate number and details.”
Grady nodded and stood from the desk. As he walked through the station his body buzzed with alertness. These were the sorts of calls he was used to going out on in major crimes. Not fake prowler calls. He was actually happy to be seeing some action.