JJ
I called Mrs. Taylor from my office with the door closed.
She answered before the first full ring.
“JJ?”
“I got your message. What happened?”
For a second she said nothing. Then she started crying, quietly enough that it made my chest tighten harder than if she had broken down completely.
I sat behind my desk. “Mrs. Taylor?”
“They’re taking it seriously now.”
My stomach tightened.
“What did the detective say?”
“He came back this morning. A different one this time. Missing persons.”
I straightened.
“He said they’re going through everything again. Her work schedule, the appointments, her car, the things she left behind. He asked me the same questions about how often she called and whether she’d ever gone this long without speaking to me.”
“What did you tell him?”
“The truth.
