Page 128 of Weight of Guilt

“And the store footage?” Wren wrapped her arms tighter over her chest.

“We got a better image.” Luke frowned. “But still not good enough to identify him.”

“What about the car?” she asked.

“We’re still working it,” Luke told her.

Wren looked away. She was beginning to hate those words.

Working it. Checking. Following up.

All of them meant they didn’t have a clue about where Mason was.

Prine glanced toward one of the folding tables. “We’re also going through the list you gave us.”

Wren followed her gaze. “Everybody?”

“Everybody,” Prine said. “Teachers. Coaches. Friends. Family connections. Anyone who knows Mason or could know his routine.”

Wren swallowed. “Even people I don’t suspect.”

Prine held her gaze. “Especially people you don’t suspect.”

The words sat heavily in Wren’s chest.

Just then, the door opened, and a woman stepped inside. She looked to be somewhere around thirty, with blonde hair pulled into a loose knot and a pink sweater draped over her shoulders.

A deputy met her. “Have a seat right there, Mrs. Morgan. Someone will be with you in just a minute.”

Wren’s attention snapped toward them.

Mrs. Morgan?

Wren glanced at Nash and whispered, “I think that’s Jacob’s ex-wife.”

His gaze shifted toward the woman. “You know her?”

“No. But Jacob told me he was divorced and that they have a little girl. What’s she doing here?”

“The police are just checking everyone’s alibi. I’m sure it’s routine.”

Nash didn’t say anything else, but his attention stayed on the woman.

All the offices here must be full because they seated her in the lobby.

Another deputy crossed the room and pulled a chair in front of the woman. “Thanks for coming in. This shouldn’t take long.”

The woman gave a tired nod. “Okay.”

Wren couldn’t help but listen to their conversation—especially when she heard Jacob’s name.

“Mrs. Morgan—” the deputy started.

“Call me Rachel.”

“Rachel,” the deputy said. “Thanks for coming by. This is just routine procedure. I have to ask you: When was the last time you saw Jacob?”

Rachel adjusted the sweater on her shoulders. “Sunday.”