Suddenly wide awake, she picked it up quickly, glad she always left it on while charging and within arm’s reach on the night stand. “Investigator Clah? Sorry for the timing. This is FPD Officer Nadine Kelly. I’m providing security for the Bitsillie family,” the woman said. “They’re gone. I thought you should know.” “What do you mean, gone? They just drove away? How long ago was this?” “About ten minutes ago. Their cousin, Earl Sells, said that someone had placed a note inside Mrs. Bitsillie’s car while she was at work. It scared her so much that she got Mr. Sells’ help and gave me the slip. While he was distracting me out front with questions about their security, she slipped out a side window with the kids and took Mr. Sells’ car, which was parked one street over.” “Crap. Anything else?” “Yes. Once they were gone, Sells felt guilty and told me what was going on. The family’s headed to Albuquerque to stay with another cousin in Alameda, on the city’s north side.
