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“At the station. Where are you?” His voice sharpened. “You didn’t leave the house unprotected again did you?”
“Yes, I’m on the way to the station. I want to see that piece of material that was found at the scene.”
“Material? What material?”
“The material Daniel picked up and bagged for evidence. I’ve seen it somewhere before and now I want to smell it.”
The pressure had been too much. She’d finally snapped. Lost it. “Lacey, darling…”
“I’m not crazy. I’m almost there. Can you meet me and get me in to see the evidence?”
He thought about it. Catelyn wouldn’t have a problem with him seeing it. And if Lacey thought it would help find Bethany, Catelyn would be open to that, too. “I see you turning in the parking lot.”
She pulled in beside him and his heart did that funny thing whenever she was around. He swallowed hard and pushed aside surging feelings.
Soon he would be able to act on those feelings. As soon as they found Bethany. They were getting close, he could feel it.
Lacey bolted from her car and headed for the door, leaving him to bring up the rear. “Hey, Lacey, you want to wait on me?”
She shot him an apologetic look but didn’t stop her rush. “I need to see that scrap of material.”
“There was no scrap of material.”
The look she gave him said she thought he was dense.
“Yes, there was. I saw him pick it up and put it in a brown paper bag.”
He sighed. “All right, come on, let’s go look at the evidence log.”
Together they entered the building and Mason kept up with Lacey by lengthening his stride to match her short, quick steps.
Lacey screeched to a stop as she nearly collided with Catelyn who’d rounded the corner in front of her. “Catelyn. Just the person I wanted to see.”
Catelyn looked back and forth between them. “What is it?”
Mason stepped forward and placed a calming hand on Lacey’s shoulder. She shifted, impatient, but let him take the lead. “Could we see the evidence log on this afternoon’s incident in front of the homeless shelter?”
Tilting her head, Catelyn studied him. “Sure.”
She led the way down the hall. Stopping at her office, she motioned them inside. “Wait here.”
Ten minutes later, she returned with a piece of paper. “Here you go.”
Mason took the paper from her and felt Lacey crowd in next to him.
He didn’t mind one bit.
Holding the paper so she could see it, he scanned the log. Then he looked at Lacey. “There’s no piece of material listed here.”
“What?” she cried, and snatched the paper from his hand. She perused it, her finger running over each item.
“I don’t understand.” She looked up, frustration glittering in her green eyes. “I watched him pick it up and put it in a brown paper bag.”
“Did he say it was evidence?”
That seemed to stump her. She shook her head. “No, not exactly. I think he even said something like it wasn’t much of anything. But he said he’d have them check it out, anyway. He told that to the cop who was standing next to him.”
“Do you know which cop?”
