He’d stopped at the Small Rapids police station before hitting the road. This early in the morning, the calls were still forwarded to whoever’s on call, so the station was empty. So were the files. Not a damn thing on Eaton or Drake. Shocked at the caller ID, he ordered his heart rate down. “What’s wrong, Brad?” “Nothing. I wanted you to know I’m at Trisha’s. She filled me in on what happened.” Nick sighed and changed lanes. “Weird, right?” The non-talk, non-apology they had last night put them on friendly enough terms. Moreover, it forced Nick to realize how stupid he’d been acting where Brad was concerned. Whatever was going on, Brad wasn’t a suspect in Nick’s mind. “Yeah, but I’m not surprised. I should’ve seen the nightmares as a connection sooner.” Brad cleared his throat. “Any idea why someone would kill over her getting lost as a kid?” Nick thought about it, like he had nonstop since the night before. “I’m not even sure this is related.
