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“But we already know that Bower and Fry are friends, so what’s this prove?”

“Look closer,” Charlie said.

Antony found two things. The name Hunter Fry, and a date, long before Bower claimed to have been involved with the case. “Huh. So he lied. He was here the whole damn time.”

Randall nodded. “There’s still something we’re not seeing. In the meantime, we’ve got people monitoring Bower to make sure he doesn’t ghost.” A faint sound of Reveille came from a phone in the distance. “And that would be the commander. Keep at it,” he said, walking down the hall toward his office.

“Fry wasn’t mentioned in the case files, until now, right?” Antony asked.

“Nope. No telling who else is missing from the files, either,” Charlie answered. “But makes tying up that end pretty simple. He was involved somehow, even as a person of interest, and now he’s gone quiet.”

“What ever happened to Thompson?” he asked. “He doing anything?”

“Nope. He’s not in the area. On leave in Idaho. At least that’s what the paperwork says.”

“Convenient.”

“Very. I’m not liking where things are pointing,” Charlie said. “I don’t like this at all.”

CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN

Lesley had wound herself up into such a mental knot that it froze her to inaction. It had been over a week since Antony had left, and not a peep out of him. To be fair, she asked for time, so she had no room to complain. She’d picked up her phone a few hundred times, and each time, she’d set it back down.

Her phone on her desk rang, and she jumped before answering it. “Prosser. This line is unsecure.”

“Let’s go to lunch.”

Lesley’s shoulders sagged. Oli. “Sure.”

“Wow, don’t sound so thrilled, my favorite little sister.”

“Only little sister. You going to pick me up?”

“I’m already waiting.”

Lesley hung up, locked her screen, and gathered her things. She glanced at Stina’s cubicle and made a mental note to check in with her later. If she weren’t off dealing with family bullshit, Lesley would have dragged her along. Only problem with that is Stina would team up with Oli.

Oliver took her to the Hog Shack. They chatted about family and vacations while they ate, but Lesley waited for him to start in on her.

“Haven’t seen Ramos around lately,” Oli said. He finished wiping his fingers on the napkin and balled it up. “What’s going on?”

There it was. Lesley took a deep breath. “I don’t even know anymore.”

Oliver frowned. “What do you mean by that? Did you break up?”

“No. I told him I needed a couple of days to process after the car bullshit. Everything piled up and that was my breaking point.”

“And now it’s been what, almost two weeks?”

Lesley nodded. She had an idea of where this was going.

“Have you called him?”

“No.” She toyed with her napkin.

“Why not?”

“I—” Lesley swallowed. “I thought he’d call.”

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