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Horton walked into the apartment and began looking around, his instincts told him immediately that Tim was also making money somewhere else.
    How can he afford to live like this?
    Running his hand along the smooth leather of the couch, Horton, dressed in his customary dark blue suit, white shirt and tie, began by offering casual conversation. “Boy, what a nice couch. This thing is gorgeous. How much was it? How do you afford something like this?”
    “Tim’s in a band,” Caroline said. “He probably makes more money with the band than he does driving a truck. He’s a drummer.”
    Superficially it made sense. Horton shook his head. Okay .
    Over the next ten minutes, Caroline explained how Tim was supposed to be home for her sister’s wedding. There was no reason for him to be missing. At times, she would become a bit impatient, as if she felt Horton and Sully weren’t taking her seriously.
    “Can we look around the apartment?” Horton asked at one point.
    “Okay.”
    The kitchen was nothing special, Horton remembered. But he noticed a few incredibly expensive appliances most families don’t have the means to afford. There was also a chrome refrigerator that piqued his interest.
    Must be a pretty damn successful band Tim is in.
    “Why aren’t you out there looking for him?” Caroline blurted out as they made their way around the apartment.
    “Well,” Horton said, “these questions may seem trivial to you, but we have to ask.” Then he tried to lighten the mood a bit. “The questions may seem obvious, ma’am, but I’m not the smartest guy in the world. I need to keep asking the same things over and over.”
    Sensing Caroline’s anger, Horton decided to hit her with a few hardball questions: Did she know of any girlfriend Tim might have had? How had the sex between them been recently?
    Caroline seemed blindsided at first, yet kept her composure. It was clear she honestly believed Tim was a stand-up guy—that he didn’t have a girlfriend, or a second life she didn’t know about.
    “Has he changed recently?…Has anything come up lately?”
    “No,” Caroline said.
    Dead ends. They were getting nowhere.
    Tim and Caroline’s bedroom was in the basement of the apartment. Tim had a practice drum kit set up by the foot of the bed. The bed itself was made. The room neat. Horton checked the closets.
    Everything looked pretty normal.
    On and off, Caroline cried and whimpered. Horton and Sully, studying her the entire time, began to sense after some time, as perhaps Caroline did, too, that something was horribly wrong. Tim wasn’t coming home.
    “The major thing that bothered us as we walked around the apartment and talked to [Caroline] was that Tim had missed his sister-in-law’s wedding,” Horton said later. “He had told her he was going. He also left his son a note. That was a big deal to us. He had planned to make that wedding, but something kept him from doing it.”
    When they made it back up into the kitchen, Horton figured he’d ask one more question to see where it led.
    “Has anything changed recently? Tim’s attitude? His demeanor? Anything? How did you two get along?”
    “Well, there’s this guy that Tim grew up with in Troy who’s been hanging around lately…. I don’t like him. I don’t trust him.”
    Horton looked at Sully. Now we’re getting somewhere.
    “Do you know his name?” Horton asked.
    Caroline went quiet for a moment, trying to think of the name. Then, “I know he is suspected of killing another guy Tim knows, Michael Falco.”
    Falco? Horton hadn’t heard the name in years. “Go on,” he encouraged.
    “Michael Falco is the guy this guy is suspected of killing. Michael and Tim were best friends. They grew up together. This guy also grew up with Tim and Mike.”
    Gary fucking Evans, Horton thought. Without knowing it, Caroline had been talking about Evans, who was the last person to see Michael Falco, a convicted thief and former partner and roommate of Evans’s,