For The Right Reasons. Kara Lennox

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СКАЧАТЬ Eric stared at her as if willing her to shut her mouth, Mitch quirked one eyebrow at her. “Ooookay.”

      “I don’t know what you’ve heard,” Bree went on, wanting Mitch to understand, “but he only took off his shirt to show me a...”

      Eric was shaking his head, looking alarmed.

      “Well, never mind,” Bree finished lamely.

      “Hey, makes me no never mind whatchall been up to,” Mitch said in a lazy drawl that could only have come from Cajun country. “What can I do you for?”

      “A friend of Bree’s is missing,” Eric said. “The police won’t look into it because... Well, you know how the police are about missing persons.”

      “I take it you think something bad happened to your friend?”

      Bree explained as briefly as she could, without mentioning specifics, that Philomene was connected to a crime, and that she was in a position to identify a possible serial murderer, and that they’d come across some kind of intruder in her apartment. She gave Mitch everything she knew about Philomene, which admittedly wasn’t much.

      “Her name can’t be that common,” Mitch said. “I’ll find her. Give me a few minutes, okay?”

      “Yeah, sure.” Eric looked at Bree. “You want lunch?”

      “I’m not hungry,” she said automatically. She ought to pay more attention to her diet and stop living on coffee and jelly beans, but she couldn’t imagine putting food into her knotted stomach right now. “I’ll just sit here and wait.”

      “Oh, Bree, I see you found him!” Jillian entered the bull pen with a flourish. Bree suspected it was hard for the woman to appear inconspicuous.

      “Yeah, about that...” Bree began guiltily, but Eric jumped in.

      “Jillian, do you have a few minutes? We just want to pick your brain. It’s not official foundation business,” he added.

      “Of course.” She perched on the edge of an empty desk and crossed her legs, revealing an impressive length of thigh and mile-high shiny black platform boots.

      “I’m not really his girlfriend,” Bree blurted out. “I lied. But I was in a hurry and I just wanted to find him. So I let you believe what you wanted.”

      “Oh.” Jillian seemed disappointed.

      “I’m sorry. I’m usually a very honest person. I shouldn’t have lied. I put Eric in an awkward position, and I didn’t mean to.”

      “So if you’re not his girlfriend, why was he stripping off his clothes?”

      “It wasn’t sexual,” Eric said. “I don’t want people thinking I had a liaison at the office my second day of work.”

      Jillian shrugged. “Okay. But honestly, no one cares. If you had any idea the amount of sex that’s gone on in this office between people who should know better, you’d understand. So what do you guys want with me?”

      Eric held a chair out for Bree, then rolled another over for himself. “Bree needs some help finding someone.”

      “I just want to know that she’s okay,” Bree added. “But I’m worried something happened to her.”

      “Oh, that’s easy. Talk to Mitch.”

      “We did that,” Eric said.

      “Then he’ll find out soon enough whether she’s used her phone, bought gas, bought an airline ticket, left the country...”

      “Really?” Bree was astonished. “He can do all that? Is that legal?”

      Jillian and Eric shared deer-in-headlights looks.

      “Ah,” Jillian said. “Since you’re not a client, you haven’t signed a nondisclosure agreement. So we can’t say any more about how we do things.”

      “She’s right,” Eric said.

      “I’m not going to tattle,” Bree said. “If you want me to sign something, I will. But you don’t have to tell me any more. All I want to do is find Philomene.”

      “Okay.” Jillian got down to business. “In all likelihood, Mitch will tell you where and when she’s used her phone and credit cards and provide a list of people she knows—family, friends, coworkers, neighbors. Your job will be to chase down those people and see if any of them can tell you where she is or if they’ve seen or heard from her. I assume you’ve tried calling her?”

      “She doesn’t answer,” Bree said. “She doesn’t call back. It’s possible she just doesn’t want to hear from me.”

      “Call her from a number she won’t recognize. Have someone whose voice she doesn’t know leave a message like they want to send her a check, a gas company deposit from years ago, something like that. People always respond if they think you are going to pay them.”

      Jillian outlined some other offbeat ways she’d heard of for finding missing persons. She seemed to enjoy sharing her expertise.

      “People can try to hide,” she said, “but their personalities are the same. So your friend might seek out the same kind of job. If you can pinpoint a city, you can check businesses similar to where she worked. If she gets her hair done professionally, she’ll seek that out. If she wears acrylic nails, same thing. Sometimes Mitch can get hold of gas station security video near where you think she lives. That’s tedious, going over days and days of video. But people have to buy gas.”

      Bree was truly impressed. No wonder Project Justice was so good at solving crimes the police had bungled.

      “Well, I didn’t think up any of this stuff,” Jillian said modestly. “I’ve been taught by some of the best investigators on the planet. So let’s see, what else? You can—”

      “Hey, got something,” Mitch said. “Philomene bought gas in San Antonio. She also used her cell phone there. She called another mobile number in the same area, but that one is a throwaway. We’ll never find who it belongs to.”

      “Someone could have stolen her phone along with her credit card,” Bree pointed out.

      “Okay, here’s one more call,” Mitch said. “Ah, we’re in luck. To a landline this time. Registered to a Mildred W. Hayes. Also in San Antonio.”

      “Do you think Philomene might have had friends or family in San Antone?” Eric asked Bree.

      Bree shrugged. “I didn’t really know her all that well. But we can call this Mildred Hayes, right? Ask her if she knows Philomene?”

      “It would be better to go there in person,” Mitch said. “If Philomene is hiding, her friends might lie for her. It’s harder to lie face-to-face. You could also see if Philomene’s car is parked near Mildred’s place.”

      “Can you get any info on this Mildred Hayes?”

      “Workin’ on it.” Mitch tapped for what seemed like an eternity, but probably it was СКАЧАТЬ