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“Not a word about your crush.” Abby mocked zipping her lips and turned toward the door. “Call me if anything comes up or if you need me to do anything else in Portland.”
Nolan nodded. “Let’s get this table cleared so we’re ready to act on the list Hayden provides.”
Mina grabbed her plate and Nolan’s too, then took them to a bin Reece had set up for dirty dishes. She didn’t stop to talk to anyone but did her job and returned to her seat to open her laptop.
Her phone rang. “It’s Sierra.”
She answered the video call and set the phone between her and Nolan. Sierra smiled. “Glad I caught you before we took off.”
“Please tell us you have something for us,” Mina said.
Sierra’s smile evaporated. “Not any conclusions yet, but I wanted to let you know we’re finished with the scenes and leaving town. Emory has already started DNA running from the samples that Grady took back last night, and she should have profiles in the morning.”
Morning.That might be the time they finally had something concrete to act on. If, and it was a big if, they located DNA with a profile that returned a match from CODIS.
“I’ll get started on fingerprints and other trace evidence in the morning,” she said. “And Grady will finish his ballistics report then too.”
“Did you locate anything at Mayor Sutton’s place?” Mina asked.
She shook her head. “No. That is definitely not your crime scene. No blood evidence at all. Not even a trace left behind after any cleanup. Same goes for the escape room.”
“You’re sure?” Mina asked, and hoped she didn’t take offense at it.
“Positive.”
“Sorry to question you.”
“No worries.” Sierra gave a sweet smile. “I know the pressure you’re under. It’s stressful enough to have to locate a killer. Another to have to find a missing woman at the same time.”
Mina was thankful this woman understood her plight. Sierra would do everything she could to provide a lead, but only God knew if the lead would come in time to save Becca’s life.
23
Mina’s phone rang, startling her awake. She glanced at the retro orange clock beside her bed. Four a.m. She grabbed her phone and sat up. She didn’t recognize the number on the screen, but assumed it was related to either Becca’s or the mayor’s investigation.
She accepted the call. “Sheriff Park.”
“Mina, it’s Dylan.”
Dylan? She blinked to clear her head from sleep fog. “I assume since you’re calling at this time of night you have something for me.”
“Man, do I ever. Becca’s phone just pinged from a tower near Lost Lake.”
The excitement in his tone raised Mina’s excitement too. “Does that mean we can find her?”
“I can’t guarantee that, but you should be able to find her phone. I have the exact coordinates of its location.”
She stood and started to pace. “The phone company can be that precise?”
“No. But once it pinged on one of their towers, I opened the image I made of her computer. She had Find My iPhone turned on, and shazam! There it was. The address blinking up at me.”
“Excellent,” Mina said. “Any information on the property?”
“Google didn’t map the location, but I found satellite images.” His serious tone had returned. “They’re grainy, but it looks like a small log cabin. Owner is a Knox Anderson.”
Knox Anderson. Mina searched her sleepy brain to see if his name had appeared in their investigations. She especially thought through the names Hayden had provided tonight, those who turned out to be legit customers of the tuxedo shop. “Not a name I recognize.”
“The mailing address on property records is for Portland. I did a quick search for him, and he’s a big-time property developer. No connections to Becca or the mayor turned up, but that doesn’t mean there aren’t any.”
