Page 60 of Sultry Nights

"All right. Tisha. Who else?"

"Well, there's three women who have been calling Hanna wanting money because Isaac catfished them."

Trey stopped writing and turned to look at him. "This guy really is a piece of shit."

"He is."

"So he catfished these women."

Quinn nodded. "I guess he took a lot of money from them, as in thousands. Twenty thousand, thirty thousand dollars. And they were calling Hanna, wanting her to pay them back because she had been married to him at one point."

"Well, okay." He wrote in his notebook. "Who else knows about this?"

Lance responded. "Grant Park, my attorney."

"Okay." Trey wrote Grant's name down.

"We went to him and asked him what we could do, and he said if those women called to have them call his office. I don't know if anyone has. I know Hanna did get one more phone call and told her to call Grant. So you could check with him."

"I'll do that." Trey kept writing.

When he was finished writing, he said, "Anything else that you can think of."

Quinn felt like he was going to throw up. He leaned against the stainless-steel table, took a deep breath, and shook his head slowly. "No. Nothing I can think of. Have you checked with Jalyn, her friend?"

"Nope. We'll check with her. Last I saw her she was riding out of town on a fire truck though."

"Yeah." He nodded and wished he had Jalyn's phone number.

"Okay. So we're going to do some investigating. We're going to look around outside. Please don't go near the dumpster until we've gathered any evidence there might be. If you can think of anyone else who may want to cause her harm, let us know."

Quinn nodded and stared at her parents. Both of them looked about as sick as he felt.

Trey started toward the back door, but it opened and Erin stepped inside. "There are tire tracks in the parking area next to Hanna's car. They lead out of the alley. The mud from the alley transferred to the road for a few feet, but it appears the vehicle flew out onto the square in the wrong direction."

Quinn stepped into the back hall near the back door. "Any idea what kind of vehicle?"

Erin locked eyes with him. "Small tread pattern. I'm thinking a Prius. Lucky for us they ran through the potholes and left nice prints. That also left the pattern on the road showing they went in the wrong direction."

The front door to the bakery opened and Allison began to slide off her stool. "Oh, the door is unlocked."

Quinn shook his head. "I've got it, Allison."

He hurried out front and saw his son, Jared, standing at the counter.

"Hey, Jared, what are you doing here?"

"I came to get a sandwich and a cinnamon roll."

"Oh." Quinn took a deep breath. "Hanna's missing, Jared. We're trying to find her."

Jared slid the baseball cap off and scratched the top of his head. "Is there anything I can do?"

"Have you noticed anything recently around here? We're thinking about an hour ago is when she was taken. And we're thinking it was someone in a smaller vehicle, like a Prius."

Jared shrugged. "Not many of those around here."

Quinn froze. "We saw them at the barracks last week."

---