“Name?” he asked.
Dannie flipped through his notebook and found it for them, so they’d have it.
“One of the teachers at the school gave us the name. Apparently, it was a bad breakup.”
BINGO.
That was what Ethan and Gene had been hoping to hear. It gave them a suspect list, and the next threat to tug to figure out what had happened.
Dannie shared what he knew.
“His name is Randal Crest,” he offered. “He works at a business in the middle of town. He works at a bank as a financial advisor, I believe.”
Gene was making notes for his partner. Oh, he wanted to jump in and ask questions, but he knew this wasn’t his case to run. Man, was he kicking himself for letting his ass be kidnapped in Puerto Rico.
It wasn’t that he didn’t trust Ethan, but they both had different investigation styles.
Research sucked, but when he was running it, Ethan didn’t take over.
“Thank you,” Ethan said. “When you spoke to the employees at the school, what else was said?” he asked, even though they would be interviewing the same people themselves.
He clued him in.
“It was mostly the principal that we spoke to. The other employees were in classes with the kids at the time. He was incredibly helpful, and that’s where we got the previous information on Ivey. Would you like his name?” Dannie asked.
Well, yeah.
That was the point of this little impromptu meeting. He wasn’t doing it because they were bored and didn’t have better things to do.
To Ethan, it was clear that these two detectives had never played with FBI agents.
Despite it being obvious, he nodded.
“Yes, please.”
Fortunately for them, the detective didn’t hesitate to share information. For the agents, that went a long way with them. Helpful cops were allowed to assist, and unhelpful ones were not.
“Robert Fergus.”
Gene wrote it down.
“Perfect,” Ethan said. “What’s next?” he asked, wanting to move this along so he could get Gene back to the hotel, check in, and get meds in him for the night.
Dannie continued.
“That takes us to the second case we caught. We were notified of another call in for a missing person.”
Gene flipped the page and began a new information sheet on the second victim.
“Her name is Megan Vessey. She was the bartender at a pub in town.”
They waited.
“Details?” Gene asked.
The man continued.
“Apparently, she left work, and when the others went out at two, when the bar closed, her car was still there. They didn’t think anything of it until she didn’t show for work yesterday either.”
