Page 109 of Icy Cold Death

Uh-oh.

That was never good.

Big wig was synonymous with pain in their investigative asses.

“Who is he?”

Genesis told them.

“He’s a supreme court judge for the state of Utah. Jesse Thompson is his name, and he owns more of this city than…well, this city. He and his son-in-law are in a tizzy that we dared to question the husband. We thought it was a ransom thing because the wife doesn’t tie to a stripper, a citizen, or a waitress.”

“And were the detectives able to tie it to anyone?” Tori inquired, hoping they could talk to whoever that was.

Genesis laughed.

And laughed.

And laughed.

“Want to guess who also was handling missing persons before he and I have been partners?” she asked. “We’re a small town, so we double up on departments.”

“Detective Wilkes?” Lucian asked.

She nodded.

Well, they likely wouldn’t get any notes from him on the case. She was willing to bet that he sucked at leaving a trail if other cops needed to pick up where he left off.

She crossed her fingers.

“Can you get us his files?”

Genesis began laughing again.

“You’re funny, Victoria. Real funny. You’ll have more luck having a séance,” she admitted.

The radio app went nuts.

“DIBS. ON. MAKING. THE. PLACARD. MOVE. FIRST. I’M. GOING. TO. SPELL. OUT. SATAN. TO. BE. FUNNY.”

Tori cleared her throat, and the radio went quiet.

Unfortunately, they couldn’t rely on the detective. He was useless to them on so many levels.

“So we don’t know what he knows, or if they are connected. Okay, so we start from the beginning.”

She warned her.

“Even if my partner saw a connection, he’s willing to play boy’s club. If you do end up getting anything he wrote down, I wouldn’t trust it.”

Got it.

They were going to be at step one.

Ridge whistled.

“This was likely a pitfall. No wonder your boss was willing to pass this off. He’s got his hands full.”

Yes, yes, he did.

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