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СКАЧАТЬ out in the hall, she texted the screen grabs of the guy to both Joanie Hart and the Caldwells, asking if either recognized him. A moment later, Ray stepped out to join her. He looked sheepish.

      “Listen, Keri. I shouldn’t have said you were overreacting. Clearly there’s something going on here.”

      “Is that an apology? Because I didn’t hear the words ‘I’m sorry’ anywhere in there. And while we’re at it, haven’t there been enough cases that looked like nothing to everyone but me which turned out to be something for you to give me the benefit of the doubt?”

      “Yeah, but what about all the cases…?” he started to say, then thought better of it and stopped himself mid-sentence. “I’m sorry.”

      “Thank you,” Keri replied, choosing to ignore the first part of his comment and focus on the second.

      Her phone buzzed and she looked down with anticipation. But instead of an email from the Collector, it was a text from Joanie Hart. It was brief and to the point: “never seen this guy.”

      She showed it to Ray, shaking her head at the depths of the woman’s apparent ambivalence toward her daughter’s well-being. Just then the phone rang. It was Mariela Caldwell.

      “Hi, Mrs. Caldwell. This is Detective Locke.”

      “Yes, Detective. Ed and I have been looking at the photos you sent. We’ve never seen that young man. But Sarah mentioned to me that Lanie said her boyfriend looked like he should be in a rock band. I wonder if this might be him?”

      “It’s quite possible,” Keri said. “Did Sarah ever mention a name of this boyfriend?”

      “She did. I’m pretty sure it was Dean. I don’t recall a last name. I don’t think she knew it either.”

      “Okay, thanks very much, Mrs. Caldwell.”

      “Is that helpful?” the woman asked in a hopeful, almost pleading voice.

      “It may very well be. I don’t have any new information for you yet. But I promise you, we’re focused hard on finding Sarah. I’ll try to update you as much as I can.”

      “Thank you, Detective. You know, I only realized after you left that you’re the same detective who found that missing surfer girl a few months ago. And I know that, well…with your daughter…” Her voice cracked and she stopped, clearly overcome with emotion.

      “It’s okay, Mrs. Caldwell,” Keri said, steeling herself so that she wouldn’t lose it.

      “I’m just so sorry about your little girl…”

      “Don’t worry about that right now. My focus is on finding your daughter. And I promise I’m going to put every ounce of energy I have into that. You just try to stay calm. Watch a crappy TV show, take a nap, do anything you can to stay sane. Meanwhile, we’re on this.”

      “Thank you, Detective,” Mariela Caldwell whispered, her voice barely audible.

      Keri hung up and looked at Ray, who wore a worried expression.

      “Don’t worry, partner,” she assured him. “I’m not going to lose it just yet. Now let’s find this girl.”

      “How do you propose we do that?”

      “I think it’s time we check in with Edgerton. He’s had long enough to review the data from the girls’ phones. And now we have a name for the guy in the food court – Dean. Maybe Lanie mentions him in one of her posts. Her mom may not know anything about him but I think that may be more due to lack of interest than Lanie hiding him.”

      As they walked through the mall toward the parking lot and Ray’s car, Keri called Edgerton and put him on speaker so Ray could hear too. Edgerton picked up after one ring.

      “Dean Chisolm,” he said, dispensing with any greeting.

      “What?”

      “The guy in the screen grabs you had sent to me is named Dean Chisolm. I didn’t even have to use facial recognition. He’s tagged in a bunch of the Joseph girl’s Facebook photos. He’s always wearing a cap pulled down or sunglasses like he’s trying to hide his identity. But he’s not very good at it. He always wears the same kind of black shirt and the tattoos are pretty distinctive.”

      “Good job, Kevin,” Keri said, once again impressed by their unit’s resident tech savant. “So what do you have on him?”

      “A decent amount. He’s got several drug arrests. Some are for possession, a couple for distribution, and one for being a courier. He did four months for that one.”

      “Sounds like a real solid citizen,” Ray muttered.

      “That’s not all. He’s also suspected of being involved in operating a sex ring using underage girls. But no one’s ever been able to pull him in on that.”

      Keri looked at Ray and saw something change in his expression. Until now, he’d clearly thought there was a more than solid chance that these girls were just out joyriding. But with the news about Dean, it was obvious that he had gone from mildly uneasy to full-on concerned.

      “What do we know about this sex ring?” Keri asked.

      “It’s run by a charming-looking guy named Ernesto ‘Chiqy’ Ramirez.”

      “Chiqy?” Ray asked.

      “I think it might be a nickname – short for chiquito. It means tiny. And since this guy looks to be well over three hundred pounds, I’m guessing it’s a joke.”

      “Do you know where we can find Chiqy?” Keri asked, not amused.

      “Unfortunately, no. He has no known address. He mostly seems to bounce around abandoned warehouses, where he sets up pop-up brothels until they get raided. But I do have some good news.”

      “We’ll take anything we can get,” Ray said as they got into his car.

      “I have an address on Dean Chisolm. And it just so happens that it’s the exact location where the GPS on both girls’ phones shut off. I’m sending it to you now, along with a photo of Chiqy.”

      “Thanks, Kevin,” Keri said. “By the way, we may have found a mini-Kevin working as a security guard at the mall; very tech-savvy. He wants to be a cop. I might put him in touch with you if that’s cool.”

      “Sure. Like I always say, nerds of the world unite!”

      “Is that what you always say?” Keri teased.

      “I mostly think it,” he admitted, then hung up before they could give him any more crap.

      “You seem awfully centered for someone who just learned that the girls we’re looking for may be caught up in a sex trafficking ring,” Ray noted with surprise in his voice.

      “I’m trying to keep it light as long as I can,” Keri said. “I don’t think I’m going to have the chance for much longer. But don’t worry. When we find Chisolm, there’s a decent chance I may do some amateur tattoo removal using my Swiss Army knife. It’s nice and dull.”

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