(Noah)
Cam pulled the notebook closer and looked down at the page again. Kane moved back toward the board while Dante dropped into the nearest chair. The room had gone back to work, but nobody looked satisfied. We had names, photographs, and questions, but not a single answer that actually mattered.
"So where do we start?" Kane asked.
Cam rubbed a hand across his face.
"Old records."
Dante looked at him.
"That's a terrible answer."
"It's the only answer I've got."
Nobody argued with him.
The missing report wasn't much to build an investigation around, but it was the strongest lead sitting on the table. Everything else seemed to end with another dead end. Warren was dead, the phone number looked like a setup, and the man in the photograph still didn't have a name.
I looked toward
