He wasn’t supposed to be on Kayla’s case, much less make inquiries, but he had an overwhelming urge to help Kayla and get to the truth. Maybe he couldn’t find her son, but he could take a day to uncover all he could about Kayla Hunter. From there, he’d decide what to do next. Besides, surveillance on the Tanner widow was the best they could do for now. And Terry could do that alone. His first stop was the apartment complex. It wasn’t on the best side of town or on the worst. Inexpensive? Yes. Safe? His guess was, if you were lucky. So far, Kayla hadn’t been that lucky. The manager, an attractive forty-something woman wasn’t too eager to give out information, so he pulled his badge, flashed it quickly. “Well, why didn’t you say so?” she grumbled. “I saw her on the news. Called in that she lived here, but I haven’t seen her around in a while. Thought she’d have the kid by now as big as she was.” “Can I see her apartment?” “You guys looked at it yesterday.
