He was already late picking up Lil. Today was sure to have been hell on her. No way did he want to be late. But Ortiz had his questions and he’d ask them on his schedule. When the detective walked in carrying a cup of coffee and the soda he’d offered David earlier, he groaned. Obviously Ortiz planned on a long question and answer session. “So this isn’t going to be fast.” He didn’t ask and Ortiz knew it wasn’t really a question. “You were the last person we know who had contact with Nancy Valdez. Since then, we have a verified sighting of her. I’m interested in what you thought when you spoke with her.” David didn’t have time for this. “She looked like she had a cold. She looked preoccupied. I don’t know.” He ran a hand through his hair and flipped out his phone. He was getting crappy reception in the police station and Lil was going to kill him for being this late. “Look, I’m supposed to be picking Lil up from school. Maybe we could do this later.” Ortiz sipped his coffee and then frowned.
