Josiah
First thing in the morning, I hauled my tired and aching ass out of bed and drove down the mountain to the police station. Chris met me at the door, looking equally bleary-eyed and grumpy. I tried to console him with an extra large coffee with a double shot of espresso. He took the paper cup with a grunt of thanks and led me through the maze of desks back to his private office.
“We found their limo parked behind the liquor store on Red Door Drive. Forensics gave it a quick look, but it appears to have been cleaned, and by clean I mean sterilized and detailed. No prints, no hair, no DNA, not a speck of dust.” Chris informed me as he sank into his chair and took a long draw from his coffee. He grimaced over the bitterness and went back for more.
I sipped from my own cup, and
