Chief Harlow and Assistant Chief Anderson sat across from her at her desk. A tech was at a laptop on the other side with a wire that ran from her cell phone to the laptop and then to a tracking device set up on the floor. “Anything?” Harlow asked. “Still working,” the tech said, “but he wasn’t on more than two minutes. I usually need at least three.” Harlow exhaled loudly as if impatient. He tapped his fingertips together awhile and then decided to look over the office to occupy his mind. The photos were a nice touch but there were too many of them. How many photos did people really need of their children? His eyes moved down to Jessica and he saw her biting the tip of her thumbnail, staring absently at the desktop. “Detective Turner, something the matter?” “No, sir. It’s just hard for me to believe … I just can’t picture him doing that.” “I know.
