Forced Disappearance by Dana Marton Read Free Book Online Page B

can’t afford a gun and you have business to take care of, you can rent one. No rules, no laws.”
    Didn’t sound like a place she particularly wanted to visit, unless she found clues that led there. She couldn’t imagine Glenn having any business in the “lawless areas,” as Roberto had put it.
    She scrolled through the files on her phone. Where had Glenn been between lunch and dinner? Did the person he’d met arrange for his disappearance?
    He’d never made it back to his rental at the parking garage on the corner, according to the files. Glenn’s silver Audi S4 had been eventually found on level two by the rental agency. According to the private investigators the family hired, they’d watched the security footage already and seen no sign of Glenn returning from his dinner.
    “I’d like to go to the garage next,” she told Roberto. “And I’d like access to the security footage for March first.” She wanted to see for herself what there was to see.
    “I’ll set that up.” He pulled into traffic, then drove to the end of the block and into the brand-new four-storey parking garage.
    She noted the automatic gate, no attendants on duty who could have witnessed any wrongdoing.
    Roberto drove up to the second level as slowly as possible, giving her a chance to notice all the details. Like any parking garage, the structure was dim and grim, plenty of places for someone to hide for an ambush. Except, supposedly, security video showed no such thing. Glenn had disappeared before he made it this far.
    How?
    Miranda was still trying to figure that out when Roberto dropped her off at her hotel a little after four p.m. Rain had begun to fall, but just barely, nothing like the torrential downpour of the rainy season that she knew to be coming shortly. She hoped to be home with Glenn by the time that hit.
    For a moment, she wondered what he was like now. Still as nerdy? Still as inquisitive a lover? A long-forgotten memory flashed into her mind, the two of them at Menemsha Beach on Martha’s Vineyard, where he’d taken her for a long weekend, making love in the ocean in the middle of the night because he’d wanted to experiment with water.
    She pushed the stray images away, as she always had. They felt like a betrayal of Matthew.
    “I could come up for some coffee and we could discuss the investigation,” Roberto offered with a sexy smile, his dark gaze holding hers.
    Oh. Miranda blinked. It’d been a long time since anyone had looked at her like that. Part of her appreciated the attention, but mostly she wasn’t sure if she was ready. Matthew, Glenn, Roberto—too many men in her head.
    Yet . . . a quick affair with a hot guy who wanted her. What was wrong with that? Once she went back to the US, they’d never see each other again. They would be consenting adults, having a moment of fun. It wouldn’t really affect the investigation in any way. He wasn’t a suspect, and he wasn’t a coworker, not really.
    But she found herself shaking her head. “I’m pretty tired from the long flight. I’m going to grab a little extra sleep.”
    He gave a disappointed nod, but didn’t push, which she appreciated. They said goodbye, and she went upstairs, worked through her files, trying to decide what to do the next day.
    She thought about the restaurant in the business district where Glenn had had dinner, the last place anyone remembered seeing him. Where had he gone from there? Why didn’t he go back to his car?
    She closed her eyes to visualize him coming out of the restaurant after a good meal. She tried to picture him as the man in the files, but his image kept reverting in her mind to the Glenn she’d known in college, so she went with it.
    In the movie in her mind, he stepped outside, pausing to loosen his tie against the heat.
    She opened her eyes. Who wore a tie on vacation? Yet, the wait staff at the restaurant had given a full description that included a charcoal-gray suit and an olive-green tie and shirt.