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“If I came home and my wife was missing, I’d be just as worked up,” he admitted.

Yeah, her too.

“He’s not going to get anywhere with the business. It’s not going to be open. Coffee places are barely open,” she admitted.

He was aware, but you had to pick your battles, and arguing with Dave wasn’t on his list for today.

Pass.

“Well, he’ll canvas or get arrested. Either way, until we clear him with his place of employment...”

She understood.

Out of the three missing women, Phylis was theONLYone with a spouse. It was hard not to think like a homicide detective, and already, she was planning on seeing if good old Dave had any connection to the others.

Later.

For now, they had other things to do.

“Let’s check the house,” Leah suggested.

Dannie was good with that.

After all, the man had told them to head on in. It was best to kill two birds with one stone here. They could look around and see what piqued their interest regarding Phylis.

“Let’s do it.”

As they headed into the house, the one detective was curious what her partner was thinking.

“Do you think it’s connected?” Leah asked.

Did he?

Yes.

Did he hope it wasn’t and that this was going to be a coincidence?

Also, yes.

“If it is, we have aHUGEissue. Three missing women in two days? That’s bad, Leah. That’s serial killer bad because we’ve worked homicides. We know that if three women go missing, we aren’t getting them back alive. After forty-eight hours, the trail goes cold.”

She was aware.

It was wild they’d offered to help the other division out while they were down detectives, and the three cases the division caught might all be handed off to homicide.

THEM.

That was some shit luck on their behalf.

Inside, they moved around the house, and in all of the pictures, they saw two happy people.

“She’s beautiful,” Leah admitted. “They look happy together.”

Yeah, but they all knew the rule of thumb. If a wife went missing, you had to look at the spouse.

They wereALWAYSthe first suspect.

Sadly, the person who supposedly loved them tended to be the ones who hurt them, more often than not.