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Time passed — he didn’t know how much, but enough to change the angle of the sun some.
It struck him then that how they’d sat facing each other, with half her face shadowed to him, would have made his face appear the same way to her.Half in shadow.
DAY SIX
THURSDAY
CHAPTER FIFTY-SEVEN
Last night, I’dsaid I needed to work today, to wrap things up before the wedding and honeymoon.
Only Tom probably recognized I wasn’t talking about KWMT-TV duties.
But I did go there after stopping at the fire station on the way.
Kam Droemi wasn’t there.The only person who was there was an older man, who cheerfully gave me Kam’s phone number when I asked with no further explanation thanplease.Why can’t all sources be like him?
Kam didn’t answer calls or messages.
At KWMT-TV I was typing notes of what happened so far, hoping they would point to questions to follow up on, when Mike shouted my name across the nearly empty bullpen.
Nothing like a bellow to get your attention.
He had his head stuck out of his office.Diana was approaching him from the other direction.
“Need you in here, Elizabeth.C’mon in, Diana.”
So she’d been summoned, too.
When I reached the door, I asked, “What’s up?”
He gestured me into the office and closed the door behind me.I joined Diana, who already sat in one of the visitor chairs.
Mike swiveled his screen around to face us, then dragged his chair to our side of the desk.
“Hey, Jennifer.You there?”
“Uh-huh,” came a voice from off-screen.“Using the time to pack.Got to catch my flight.So, I was telling Mike that I was researching our chicken-you-know-what cop and—”
“With the killing of Nance, plus this, are you keeping up with your work for your program?”Diana interrupted with her mom voice.
“Sure.I’m ahead on that.The guys are still working on trying to recover more from the forum.This is for fun.”
“Fun?”
“Wait until you hear what I found out.You’ll all think it’s fun, too.But first, there’s another factor—”
“Tease,” Mike said.
She tried to suppress a grin with a grimace.“After Elizabeth said we needed to be sure the guy in the background of your photo from the Haber House Hotel lunch was the same one from the bad cop videos, I looked at law enforcement’s NDI listing — the National Decertification Index.And there he was, Kyle Quetcher, and the photo sure matches the guy from your lunch photo.I started looking for connections with Wyoming.And...”
Heightened interest was universal.
“...he has relatives here.In Sherman.Found a family tree online and they’re second cousins.”
“Who are?”Mike didn’t seem to mind supplying the grease to keep her going.
“Our infamous cop and—” No grimace this time, only a triumphant grin.“—Randy Hollister.”
