don't think he followed it, but we have this here clue...” Once again he held up the envelope and gave Kaylin a meaningful look.
“I understand.” She wished she could keep the disappointment from her voice. Gerard was a good man, and she knew he would do what he could. Unfortunately, in this situation, what he could do was not much. “I suppose I'll try the dean of his college, and maybe my congressman's office. I have to do something.” She rose from her chair, shook Gerard's hand, and thanked him for his help.
“I really wish I could do more for you, but my hands are tied. I will keep up the search for your friend Andy, though.”
She assured him that she understood, and gratefully accepted his offer of a police escort to a nearby hotel. He walked her out to the lobby and they made small talk for a few minutes, and she promised to drop by for dinner with him and his wife sometime soon. A young officer walked her out to her car and followed behind in his squad car. Her mind was abuzz with a swarm of confused thoughts and jumbled questions. What should she do next? Was Andy okay? Where was Thomas? And, perhaps most important, what should be her next move?
Jay Newman watched Gerard leave his office with the blonde and escort her down the hall. The moment they turned the corner, he looked around to make certain no one was watching. Certain he was in the clear, he hurried to Gerard’s office and tried the door. He was pleased to find it was unlocked, and he slipped inside and closed the door behind him.
A manila envelope lay on the desk. He had seen the girl carrying it when she entered the captain’s office. It must be the one to which the message had referred. Jay opened it and removed the single item it contained. He frowned. What was this and how could it be important? Not his problem. He laid it on his desk, snapped a couple of pictures with his iPhone, and slipped it back into the envelope.
Knowing time could be short, depending on how long Gerard took walking the girl out, he hurried back to the door. Easing it open, he peeked out, and was relieved to find that the hallway remained empty. Closing the door behind him, it occurred to him that he should have just stepped out of the office acting normally, as if he’d simply been looking for the captain and had not found him in his office. All of this cloak and dagger was not for him. If he hadn’t needed the money, he would never have agreed to help these guys.
“Detective!” Gerard’s voice boomed down the hall. “Are you looking for me?”
Newman was proud of how calmly he turned around to face Gerard who, despite nearing mandatory retirement, still could intimidate him with a mere glance. “Yes, Captain, I was just wondering if there was anything I could do to help you with that young woman’s situation.”
Gerard fixed him with an appraising look, but then his stony features cracked into a smile. “Don’t bother with that one. She’s all broken up over her missing boyfriend.”
“You mean the guy that was kidnapped?” Newman’s heart raced. Perhaps he could glean some useful information from this conversation, which could mean more cash, and hopefully being shut of these guys sooner.
“No, a different fellow. Went on a university field trip and got himself lost.” Gerard smirked. “College man. We’d all be better off if everyone had a mandatory tour of duty in the service after high school. It made a world of difference for me.”
Newman had heard Gerard’s pontifications on mandatory service more times than he cared to remember. He thanked the captain, reiterated his offer of help, which elicited another smirk from Gerard, and returned to his cubicle.
He wasted no time in sending the photos to his contact number, and wasn’t surprised when he received a response less than a minute later.
CALL
This was not a conversation he could risk having overheard. He hurried to a small, single-head restroom near the break room