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Milo is hiding something.
And I’m going to find out what it is.
I sit at my desk, quietly scrolling through Milo’s financial records. The judge gave us a warrant to access everything we could, so we swiped up whatever we could find in his and Jacob Tyler’s name, too. So far, I’ve found nothing. He’s good at covering his tracks, but that doesn’t mean I won’t leave any stone unturned.
I’m gonna nail this son-of-a-bitch.
My attention drifts to the corner where our volunteer sketch artist, Abby, sits with Mrs. Nelson. Her pencil moves quickly against her sketchbook, pushing softly to easily alter it according to Mrs. Nelson’s suggestions. She glances at me and gives a nod before adjusting her glasses up her nose and getting back to it.
My phone rings and I reach for it. “Silva,” I answer.
“Hey, it’s Kendall. We just checked the last three registered addressed for Milo Murray and another one registered to Jacob Tyler.”
“What’d you find?”
“Nothing,” she answers. “Literally nothing. They were all abandoned, meaning this guy’s got some secret hideout somewhere.”
“Keep digging until you find it.”
I don’t wait for an answer. I hang up and click over to his mugshot.
What are you hiding?
For a moment, I lose myself. His eyes seem so clear and real, almost like I want to believe him, but evidence doesn’t lie. People lie. People like him.
“Well, here’s your man.”
I blink out of my trance to find Abby lingering over my desk. She holds out her sketch and I snatch it from her hand. Unfortunately, sketches often turn out to be a lot more average than not. A normal-looking man stares back at me with dark hair, thick brows, and a pointed nose on a clean-shaven face.
“No other features stood out to her?”
Abby slides her sketchbook into her book bag. “She said it was dark. It’s the best I could get out of her…”
“Thanks, Abby,” I say, laying it down. I raise my arms, stretching them out over my head as I take a breath. “How are your classes so far this semester?”
She grins with excitement. “Tonight… we start nudes.”
I laugh at her sinister winking eye. “Have fun.”
“I will. See you next time, Detective. You have my number.”
“Bye, hun.”
She heads toward the elevator. I pick up the sketch again, frowning to myself.
“Let me see him.”
I look over at Trevor in the desk next to mine. He gestures for the sketch and I pass it to him.
He scoffs. “Looks like every random dude on the street.”
“And not enough like Milo to help our case. No shortage of tall, dark, and handsome in Boston, I guess,” I say.
“I mean… I don’t want to prove your point or nothing, but…” He holds the sketch up to his own face, showing off the resemblance.
I roll my eyes. “Another dead end, then.”
“Good sketch, though.”
