Page 59 of Sultry Nights

"Hey, Quinn."

Allison looked up at him. "Oh, Quinn, please tell me you know where she is."

He shook his head slowly. "No, Allison, I'm sorry. I don't. Can you please tell us all what happened? How long ago was this? When was the last time you saw her? Tell me everything."

Trey rested a hand on Quinn's shoulders. "Hey, Bud, let us ask the questions. Why don't you take a seat?"

Trey reached over and pulled another stool up next to the table. Quinn brushed it away. "I can't. I can't sit down." He swallowed again and glanced at Lance. "Why don't you sit, Lance?"

"I will. My knees are shaking."

Trey began to ask Allison questions. "When was the last time you saw her?"

"It was about an hour ago. She took the garbage out. She emptied the garbage from the front and the kitchen here and she took them out. She said, ‘I'll be right back,’ she never came back."

Trey responded. "Okay. So she doesn't have her purse and her car is still out there. And she didn't say anything about going to visit anybody. You didn't hear her talking to anyone outside."

"No, I didn't hear anything." Allison began to weep, and Lance put his arm around her shoulders.

"Okay," Trey said. "Erin is going to go check with the local businesses and see if anybody has cameras that maybe recorded someone with Hanna. And we'll see what we can find there. I'm going to go out and peruse the area and see if I can find any evidence of anything. And she's not answering her phone, you said."

Erin stepped out the back door and Quinn swallowed the hot lump that had formed in his throat.

Allison managed to say, "I've been calling her and calling her and calling her and she's not answering her phone."

Quinn pulled his phone out and tapped Hanna's number. The phone rang and rang. She didn't answer. He closed his eyes and lifted his face to the ceiling. "Fuck."

Trey turned. "What?"

She was getting prank calls last night, so I asked her if she minded turning her phone off so we could finish dinner without the interruption, and I'll bet she never turned it back on."

Trey nodded. "Okay. Well, that means we won't be able to track her with her phone. We'll try though. Text me her number."

He and Trey had been friends for a number of years. At this time, Quinn was happy to know he was on this case. He was a great cop. Quinn texted Hanna's phone number to Trey. His fingers shook. His stomach quelled. His shoulders began to stiffen.

Trey looked at him. "Quinn, do you know anyone who would want to cause her harm? Who was prank calling her?"

"Isaac called her last night."

"Who is Isaac?"

"Her ex-husband. He said he was in town and wanted to talk to her and she refused to see him."

"Okay. Do you know where he's staying?"

"I don't know anything about him other than he's a deadbeat, and he's a criminal."

Quinn turned to Lance. "Do you know where he might be staying?"

Lance slowly shook his head. "Nope. We don't know anything about where he is. He hasn't made any contact with us, and he wouldn't. He knows we didn't think much of him. And you're right. He's a criminal." Lance ran his hand down his face. "But he wouldn't kidnap her. I mean, I don't think he would kidnap her."

"All right. So Isaac, who else?"

Quinn sucked in a deep breath and let it out in a whoosh. "Tisha."

Trey's eyebrow shot up into his hairline. "Seriously?"

"She followed us home last night from Lance and Allison's house. I did go see her this morning. I don't think she would do anything to Hanna. I honestly don't. She's manipulative, and she's deceitful. And last night, she wasn't thinking straight. But I don't think she has it in her to kidnap anyone or bring harm to anyone other than in a manipulative sort of way."

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