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Conklin bring her in first thing.”
    I called my partner and filled him in. Then I tried Joe’s phone again.
    As before, his mailbox was full. Good-bye.
    I dragged my churning mind to bed with me and closed my eyes, but sleep stayed on the other side of the room. It was just as well. An hour after I’d spoken with Brady, he called me back.
    “Here’s the thing, Boxer.”
    “I’m listening.”
    “This Alison Muller. She’s been reported missing. Monterey PD has a BOLO out for her. Her husband hasn’t seen her in a couple of days.”
    “No. Really?”
    “Khalid Khan spoke with her late Monday afternoon. She missed her daughter’s birthday party. Said she was working and would be home soon. She never showed.”
    “Late Monday afternoon. That’s when the shootings went down,” I said.
    Brady said, “Right.” He and I talked it over.
Where was Alison Muller? Had she been abducted at gunpoint? Was she dead? What, if anything, did she have to do with the death of Michael Chan, and the other victims of that purge?
    I asked him, “Anything else? Did Muller’s husband get a ransom call?”
    “No. And Khan has been unable to reach his wife on the phone. Total blackout. Monterey PD pinged her phone. Last time it was used was Monday, six fifty-seven, from the Market Street area.”
    The Four Seasons Hotel was on Market.
    I no longer expected to find Muller and question her. She had disappeared, and I had no idea where to look for her, no idea at all. Another thought sprang at me with bared fangs. Joe Molinari, my husband, was also missing.
    What was he doing? Was he involved in all of this? I felt cold, like I was out there on that deadly, frozen highway in Minnesota again. Only this time, I was naked, alone, and without a car.
    Julie whimpered. I shot a look in the direction of her room as I said to Brady, “I take back what I said before.”
    “Which is what?”
    “We need the FBI. We need their resources.”
    Brady said, “See you in the morning.”
    We hung up, and the full weight of what I had done crashed in on me. I had withheld important, possibly critical information from Brady, and in doing so, I’d involved my partner.
    I had to tell Brady about Joe.
    He could fire me. And he’d be right to do it.
    I hoped that by morning, I would have a theory that explained how Joe innocently fit into this case—a theory that didn’t sound like total bullshit.
    Maybe he’d come home so that I could ask him tonight.
    I dared to hope.

CHAPTER 20
     
    I HATED THIS .
    It made me sick to have to show anyone that questionable footage of Joe in places where logic said he didn’t belong. I wanted to ask him about it. He was my husband. And I trusted him. Right? But
whatever
he’d done, he’d covered it up. He’d lied. He’d put me in a jam.
    I had to do the right thing. So I put on my game face and sailed through the entrance to our squad room.
    The man known as Lieutenant Badass was in his glass-walled cube. Brady is brave. He’s fair. And he doesn’t play patty-cake.
    When I had his job, I didn’t like being restricted to a desk and all that that entails. Now I report to him. Once in a while, I’ve taken liberties with police procedures and Brady has given me hell—with a warning.
    I didn’t think I would get a warning today.
    I cleared the obstacle course of gray metal desks and hardened homicide cops and knocked on Brady’s door, and he waved me in. He was working at his laptop and didn’t look at me.
    “I’m busy, Boxer. Can this wait?”
    When I didn’t speak, Brady jerked his head up and nailed me with his double-barreled, blue-eyed stare.
    “I have a meeting with Jacobi in five, so make it quick.”
    “Brady. Something I have to tell you. I haven’t heard from Joe in thirty-six hours. Then, yesterday, while Conklin and I were in Palo Alto notifying Chan’s widow, our surveillance team recorded Joe driving by the Chan house.”
    “I don’t get you,” he said tersely. “What are you