I planned to catch up on some work and then visit the dental office. I’d brought the papers that Sally Peters had photocopied for me. It was time to figure out where the dentist office was located. I skimmed down the sheet until I found the clinic name. “Pine Tree Dental on West Superior Street,” I read aloud. I lifted my head. Some bit of information was floating in my memory bank. “Aha! Marjory worked at the same place where Cal got the dental records to id her.” I looked around to make sure nobody heard me talking to myself. I tossed the paper back on the desk. It was a little fact that might mean nothing. It was just one more useless bit of information that wasn’t getting me any closer to saving Brian. I knew that I should just stick to my desk job and stop playing detective. But the puzzle had me in its grip. Cal came by my desk as I was getting ready to leave for the clinic. It was close enough to noon that I could claim the time away as my lunch hour. “How you doing, Gwen?”
