That had to be some sort of record for anyone inDamascus.
It was out of control.
Yesterday morning, they’d been given another assignment where a woman had gone missing, then later that afternoon, the same thing had happened all over again.
The third time wasNOTa charm for them. In fact, it was a pain in the ass.
They’d been up all night working on those two cases, trying to determine what happened to them, when they had been handed more for their overburdened plate.
Apparently, now, there was a third.
Oh, and it was crystal clear their bosses hated their guts to give them another one when they were just getting acclimated with the first two.
Jesus.
This was a mess, especially since this was not their normal gig. Homicide detectives got bitchy when they were asked to cover missing person cases.
Seriously.
“And you’re absolutely sure that she is missing?” Detective Dannie Pezzimente asked, hoping there was some sort of mistake.
Only, his gut said that wasn’t going to happen. The man who called this in was pacing back and forth erratically, the worry clearly written all over his face.
Yeah, no.
This was going to be another missing person case. He could feel it in his gut.
Houston, they had a problem.
A big one.
The man ran his hands through his hair.
“She must not have come home last night,” he said. “On Thursdays, she goes out with her friends for wine and painting. I don’t think she came home! Where is my wife?” he asked, rhetorically.
Because no one could answer that.
The detective made notes.
“How did she get there?” Detective Pezzimente asked, seeing two cars in the driveway. “Is that car hers?”
The husband paced, ignoring the second part of the question, but answering the first.
“She took a cab, so that she didn’t drive home drunk after the girl’s night out.”
Not far from the male detective, there was another on the scene with him. The other detective was also making notes.
Yeah, Detective Leah Balo was also curious.
“And she didn’t call or…?” she asked, letting that hang there.
He shook his head.
“No. I work third shift, and she wouldn’t call me at work. She knows that I don’t have my phone on me. I work in awarehouse, so my phone stays in my truck. We aren’t allowed to have our phones on us.”
Both detectives were asking questions and listening as they tried to hopefully find the logical answer to this man’s situation. Trust and believe, they didNOTwant a third missing person case handed to them.
“Oh, my God! What happened to my wife? She’d never not show up at home!”
