feeling both rejuvenated and exhausted. He located his car in the parking garage and sat in it a moment, letting the engine warm up. While speeding to Carlson after the conversation with Kiana yesterday afternoon, he’d received a call from Detective Rodriguez—head investigator on the Gwen Forest case. “I got something from that photograph,” Rodriguez had said in his slight Mexican accent. “Don’t know how it fits into the case, though.” “Want to meet someplace?” Jarvis had offered. “Yeah. Trouble is, I’m at a family thing right now. The wife would squash me with her father’s tractor if I left a minute early. I’m working midnight to seven. What if we meet about six?” “Works for me. I’m on my way to the school anyway,” he said. “Surprised you’re not already there.” “What’s up?” “Somebody set the school’s green room on fire.” “What!” Jarvis had heard exclaiming voices in the background, then a woman telling Rodriguez that if anybody from work was on the phone, he should hang up.
