lips and nodded. I couldn’t tell what he was thinking and was afraid he thought I was greedy. Well, hell, maybe I am. If there’s more money to be made, I’ll go for it. But I share. A third straight off the top to Uncle Sam to pay for bombs and guns, of course. And I give bushels to my charities on top of that.
“So, Amy,” he said, turning his full focus to my assistant. Hard not to. “I wanted to talk to you about last Thanksgiving.”
She stuffed her cell phone back into her oversize bag. Black. Of course. “When those two pervs snatched me off the side of the road?” she asked. Then she looked up at him. “How come? Did you finally catch the second guy?”
“No. Just want to keep it fresh in my mind.”
For a detective, he was terrible at deception. Amy saw right through him. “You didn’t catch him. Then there must have been another kidnapping.”
“No,” Mason said at the same exact moment that I was saying, “We’re not sure yet.”
He shot me a quelling look. I waved a dismissive hand. “What? Like she’s gonna go Tweet it to the world?” I looked at Amy sternly. “This is strictly hush-hush. Spill it and you’ll nix Mason’s shot at the chief’s job.”
“You told her that, too?”
“She’s my personal assistant, Mace. I tell her everything.”
“Yeah,” Amy said. “Nice job in the sack, by the way.”
He looked like he was gonna pass out before I said, “I don’t tell her that, for crying out loud.”
He closed his eyes and gave his head a rapid shake.
“So, Amy,” I said. “Yes, a girl is missing. And the truth is, she might just have run off. But I keep getting a feeling it has something to do with what happened to you.”
“And we all know better than to ignore her feelings,” Mason added, probably relieved that I hadn’t blurted out Stephanie’s name, address and phone number while I was at it.
“I am so dying to help out on a case,” Amy said.
“You’re not helping out. And it’s not a case.”
I clapped a hand onto Mason’s thigh. “You are helping out, and it’s not a case yet. But it might turn into one if she didn’t leave voluntarily. So if you can stand to go over it one more time...”
“I was driving to my mother’s in Erie for Thanksgiving,” she said, nodding. “I stopped for gas and noticed these guys in a white pickup pulling in behind me. I went in for the restroom and some snacks for the drive, and when I came out, they were still there. Not buying gas, not shopping, just sitting there.”
“Right. We saw the surveillance footage,” Mason said. “What do you remember about the second guy?”
“It’s all in my statement,” she said.
“I know, but you might have left something out that didn’t seem important, or remembered something since. Maybe there’s something you thought you told us but didn’t. Just humor me, okay?”
“Okay.” She ate another chip, handed one down to Myrtle, then took her sandwich out of her bag and unwrapped it slowly. “I didn’t really look at the guys in the truck at that point. I just sort of noticed the truck was there as I left. I didn’t get any bad vibes until I saw them pull out behind me. And even then, I thought I was just being a drama queen.”
I nodded and said to Mason, “She can be a real drama queen sometimes, so that adds up.”
Amy threw a chip at me. It landed on the sidewalk and Myrtle snapped it up before it settled. “Then my tire went flat. I still wasn’t overly concerned, until they pulled over in front of me. That’s when my alarm bells started going off. I snapped a quick pic of the truck with my phone and slid it under the car just in case.”
“Remind me how smart she is if I ever even consider letting her go, Mace.”
“I promise.” He nodded at Amy to keep going.
“After they dragged me into the truck, the driver dropped the second guy off. Do you need me to describe them again?”
I looked at Mason to answer that one. He shook his head.
“So, Amy,” he said, turning his full focus to my assistant. Hard not to. “I wanted to talk to you about last Thanksgiving.”
She stuffed her cell phone back into her oversize bag. Black. Of course. “When those two pervs snatched me off the side of the road?” she asked. Then she looked up at him. “How come? Did you finally catch the second guy?”
“No. Just want to keep it fresh in my mind.”
For a detective, he was terrible at deception. Amy saw right through him. “You didn’t catch him. Then there must have been another kidnapping.”
“No,” Mason said at the same exact moment that I was saying, “We’re not sure yet.”
He shot me a quelling look. I waved a dismissive hand. “What? Like she’s gonna go Tweet it to the world?” I looked at Amy sternly. “This is strictly hush-hush. Spill it and you’ll nix Mason’s shot at the chief’s job.”
“You told her that, too?”
“She’s my personal assistant, Mace. I tell her everything.”
“Yeah,” Amy said. “Nice job in the sack, by the way.”
He looked like he was gonna pass out before I said, “I don’t tell her that, for crying out loud.”
He closed his eyes and gave his head a rapid shake.
“So, Amy,” I said. “Yes, a girl is missing. And the truth is, she might just have run off. But I keep getting a feeling it has something to do with what happened to you.”
“And we all know better than to ignore her feelings,” Mason added, probably relieved that I hadn’t blurted out Stephanie’s name, address and phone number while I was at it.
“I am so dying to help out on a case,” Amy said.
“You’re not helping out. And it’s not a case.”
I clapped a hand onto Mason’s thigh. “You are helping out, and it’s not a case yet. But it might turn into one if she didn’t leave voluntarily. So if you can stand to go over it one more time...”
“I was driving to my mother’s in Erie for Thanksgiving,” she said, nodding. “I stopped for gas and noticed these guys in a white pickup pulling in behind me. I went in for the restroom and some snacks for the drive, and when I came out, they were still there. Not buying gas, not shopping, just sitting there.”
“Right. We saw the surveillance footage,” Mason said. “What do you remember about the second guy?”
“It’s all in my statement,” she said.
“I know, but you might have left something out that didn’t seem important, or remembered something since. Maybe there’s something you thought you told us but didn’t. Just humor me, okay?”
“Okay.” She ate another chip, handed one down to Myrtle, then took her sandwich out of her bag and unwrapped it slowly. “I didn’t really look at the guys in the truck at that point. I just sort of noticed the truck was there as I left. I didn’t get any bad vibes until I saw them pull out behind me. And even then, I thought I was just being a drama queen.”
I nodded and said to Mason, “She can be a real drama queen sometimes, so that adds up.”
Amy threw a chip at me. It landed on the sidewalk and Myrtle snapped it up before it settled. “Then my tire went flat. I still wasn’t overly concerned, until they pulled over in front of me. That’s when my alarm bells started going off. I snapped a quick pic of the truck with my phone and slid it under the car just in case.”
“Remind me how smart she is if I ever even consider letting her go, Mace.”
“I promise.” He nodded at Amy to keep going.
“After they dragged me into the truck, the driver dropped the second guy off. Do you need me to describe them again?”
I looked at Mason to answer that one. He shook his head.
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