‘And speak to Lassiter,’ Miller said. ‘We need to keep him in the loop.’ Roth glanced at his watch. ‘It’s a little after four . . . Lassiter will be there until five, five-thirty maybe.’ Miller smiled. ‘What?’ Miller shook his head. ‘Think our schedule is gonna stretch at both ends until we’re done.’ ‘I told Amanda it’d be this way for a while.’ ‘She’s okay?’ ‘Sure she’s okay,’ Roth said. ‘You know Amanda, she’s always okay.’ ‘Figure she’s the best thing about you, you know?’ Roth laughed. ‘Join the fucking club Miller, join the fucking club.’ Desk sergeant was still there when they arrived back at the Second. ‘We don’t have a Michael,’ he said. ‘Not one within the correct age range. Found you a seven-year-old and a sixty-one-year-old. Those are the only Michael McCulloughs in the city.’ Miller shrugged. ‘So he moved out after he retired.’ ‘Go wider,’ Roth said. ‘See what you can find.’ ‘We’re on it already,’ the desk sergeant said.
