The older deputy found him there, hands tucked under his armpits like shame needed warmth. “We pinged her phone near the bus depot an hour ago,” he said. “Either she’s on a bus, or someone is who wants us to think that.”
“She’s not running,” Matt said. “She’s sending me puzzles.” The deputy lifted a brow. “Then start solving them, son.”
He left Matt with a card and a look that said, Be a partner now, not a comedian later.
