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“So what were you doing at that woman’s house?” he asked after a moment of awkward silence. “Does it have something to do with Andrea?”
“Your colleagues not finding her?” I asked.
“No. Not a trace, in fact. Do you think they’ve moved her out of town?”
“I hope not.” That would explain no one seeing even a hint of them in the area. “If you’re right and they’re after me, I have to hope they’re still here.”
“So what does that woman have to do with it?” he pressed.
“Not a damn thing.”
“What?”
“I’m working on something else.”
I couldfeelhim staring daggers at me more than see it. I knew one thing for sure without reading his mind–he was as invested as I in finding Andrea, especially after our failed attempt at the farm. Me doing other things did not fit with that.
“You’re doing other things—”
“Listen, I have to do as I’m told just like you, by the way, or was it not your boss who ordered you to investigate me? I’ve been told to look into something else, and that’s that.”
“By who?”
“What?”
“Who’s telling you to do things?”
I sighed and made a new left turn, nice and easy this time. “My boss.”
“And that is…?”
I smiled at that, and then remembered my other order. I had to deal with this cop.
Make sure he didn’t start hunting us. That meant not concealing everything all the time. I bit my lower lip a moment, considering it. “Listen,” I said finally, “I have to do this. There are others that need help, and while I wait for any news on Andrea, I have to deal with this.”
“So you’re still looking?”
“Not me personally. Not now…”
“But others like you?”
I took my eyes off the road a moment and looked at him in astonishment.
“There’s a whole bunch of you, isn’t there?” he asked, though it wasn’t really a question. “You, Rob, even Andrea. All the places you keep clothes stashed. How many are there?”
I shrugged. “I don’t really know.” And that was the truth. “We don’t keep records. It’s safest that way. Keeps people like you at bay.”
He snorted at that, but let it be as well. Then he noticed where we were, as we were driving up to a large white stone building with six floors, and a beautiful garden out front.
“Ashport Hospice?” he said.
I simply nodded and drove the car to the back of the building. I wasn’t going to the front door to conduct my business.
There were three doors on that side, and I parked near one almost at the corner of the house, dumpsters close by.
“No cameras,” Hansen commented as he got out and looked around. There wouldn’t be for this particular area. We made sure they were regularly broken when someone tried to fix them. Nice little town like Ashport? Nothing ever happened here. That’s why the cameras weren’t a priority, either.
“So,” he began as he followed me to the door. I rummaged through my purse for the burner phone Gerard had given me. What with Larkin tracking my regular phone, I needed something else. I texted Dr. Morris.
