Benny
The detective called Nixx first.
I knew something was wrong before he said a word.
We were in the clubhouse garage arguing over whether Nixx’s bike actually needed whatever he claimed it needed when his expression changed.
“Where?”
I stopped talking.
Nixx listened for another few seconds. “Yeah. We’ll stay out of it.”
He hung up.
“What?”
“They found Kinsley’s car.”
Every joke left the room.
“Where?”
“Abandoned off an access road behind a closed warehouse complex on the south side. A property manager called it in after noticing it sitting in the same place.”
“Is she in it?”
“No.”
That should have been relief.
It wasn’t.
The sedan had been missing almost as long as Kinsley had. We had one plate-reader hit and the landscape-supply footage showing it turning onto that co
