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a uniformed officer monitored the walk-in trade. I told him of my appointment and he relayed the information to Detective Odessa’s desk by phone. “He’ll be right out.”
    I waited where I was, glancing idly into Records across the counter to my right. My friend Emerald had taken early retirement, leaving me with no buddy to slip me information. She’d never actually violated department policy, but she’d come close a few times.
    Detective Odessa opened the door and stuck his head around the frame. “Ms. Millhone?”
    â€œThat’s me.”
    â€œVince Odessa,” he said, and we shook hands. “Come on back.”
    I said, “Thanks.” He handed me a visitor’s badge that I clipped to my lapel.
    He wore a blue dress shirt, a dark tie, chinos, dark socks, and shiny black shoes. His hair was dark and the back of his head was flat, as though he’d slept on his back for his entire infancy. He was taller than I, probably five foot nine to my five foot six. He held the door, allowing me to pass into the corridor in front of him. I paused and he took the lead. He walked ahead of me and turned left, passing through a door marked INVESTIGATIONS . I followed him through a warren of small offices. Over his shoulder, he said, “Shelly mentioned this was in regard to Dr. Purcell.”
    â€œThat’s right. His ex-wife hired me to look into his disappearance.”
    Odessa kept his tone neutral. “I had a feeling that was coming. She was in here last week.”
    â€œWhat’d you make of her?”
    â€œI’ll have to take the Fifth. You on the clock?”
    â€œI haven’t deposited her check. I thought it’d be smart to talk to you first.”
    His “office” was tucked into a standard cubicle: shoulder-high gray walls carpeted in a tight synthetic loop. He took a seat at his desk, offeringme the only other chair in the compact space. Framed photos of his family were arranged in front of him: wife, three daughters, and a son. A small metal bookcase behind him was neatly lined with department manuals, texts, and assorted law books. He was clean-shaven except for a line of whiskers he’d missed when his razor jumped over the cleft in his chin. His dark brows were fierce over dark blue eyes. “So what can I help you with?”
    â€œI’m not sure. I’d love to hear what you have, if you’re willing to share.”
    â€œI got no problem with that,” he said. He leaned forward, checking through a stack of thick files on one side of his desk. He pulled a three-ring binder from the bottom of the pile and set it in front of him. “Place is a mess. They tell us we’re switching over to computers in the next six, eight months. Paperless office. You believe that stuff?”
    â€œIt’d be nice, but I doubt it.”
    â€œSo do I,” he said. He leafed through numerous pages to the initial incident report. “I just got this promotion. I’m junior man on the team so this is a training exercise as far as they’re concerned. Let’s see what we got.” His gaze zigzagged along the page. “Crystal Purcell filed a missing persons Tuesday morning, September 16, seventy-two hours after the doctor failed to arrive home as scheduled. Records took the information. We’d had some residential burglaries that same weekend so I didn’t pick up the report until noon Thursday, September 18. As far as we could determine, Purcell wasn’t at risk, and there was nothing suspicious about the circumstances of his disappearance.” He paused to look at me. “Tell you the truth, we figured he’d gone off on his own. You know how it is. Half the time the guy shows up later with his tail between his legs. Turns out he’s got a girlfriend or he’s been off on a bender with the boys somewhere. Might be half a dozen explanations, all of them harmless. It’s aggravating to the