Vanished. Margaret Daley

cleared his throat. “How are your interviews coming?”

      “I’ve talked with Ruth Goldsmith and Kim. I’ll finish the others after we see what happens here.”

      “Did either one remember anything else?”

      “Mrs. Goldsmith thinks she remembers the first three license plate numbers on the car speeding out of the side street about the time the abduction would have occurred. I’ve got the deputy back at the station working on it.”

      J.T. halted and stared at her. Hope blazed for a few seconds. “That might be just what we need to break this case wide-open. If she had only remembered that last night.”

      As much as she and J.T. wished differently, witnesses didn’t always recall details right away especially when first confronted with the fact a crime had been committed. “From the report she was pretty upset when she heard about Ashley last night.”

      He stared forward again. “I know. She was good to Ashley. My daughter liked to visit her.”

      “Kim remembers seeing a shiny flash from the fort area.”

      “The sun glinting off something?”

      “Maybe.”

      When they arrived at the area where the volunteers signed in and got their assigned sector, Madison made her way to the table with the coffee and doughnuts on it. She poured J.T. a cup and gave it to him. His fingers brushed against hers as he took it. The contact jolted her. Stunned at her reaction in the midst of everything going on, she jerked her hand back. While she fixed her cup, J.T. grabbed a doughnut, passed it to her, then retrieved one for himself.

      “What a cliché.” He gestured to his doughnut.

      “But how would people know we were officers if we didn’t have them?” She lifted the glazed sweet. “Cop. Doughnut. They go hand in hand.”

      His chuckle peppered the air for a few seconds before he sobered, his eyes round as though he was shocked that he could find humor when his life was falling apart.

      She leaned close. “It’s okay to laugh. It’s good for the soul, especially in times like this.” She quickly pulled back when she smelled his woody scent mingled with the coffee aroma. “Now eat up. We wouldn’t want to disappoint all those people who think all cops eat for breakfast are doughnuts.”

      The sweetness of the glazed delight melted in her mouth and she relished it. She needed the energy boost of carbohydrates because she felt the effects of being up for over twenty-four hours. As she ate her doughnut and drank her coffee, she made sure that J.T. did, too. Dutifully, he finished one and grabbed another.

      Susan approached the urn and refilled her cup. “I’ve checked in all the volunteers. I even had to turn some away. I told them they could help with making posters and putting them up around town. Boss, why did I have to write down everyone’s name who’s helping and their contact information? I should have been on a team looking for Ashley.”

      J.T. peered at the area where they had found his daughter’s clothing. “Like some arsonists, a kidnapper sometimes likes to return and help out with the search. It’s good to have that information in case we need it later.”

      With her eyes saucer round, Susan said, “You’re kidding! Then I’m glad I could help. I want to get this monster.”

      “We will,” J.T. whispered in a roughened voice.

      If it’s the last thing he does, Madison added silently, seeing that look again in his darkened eyes.

      Susan took a sip of her brew. “What else can I do now? Join a search team? Make posters?”

      “Go back and help at the station. You’re pretty good with the computer. I need the list of criminals I put in jail finished in case nothing pans out here. Rachel has been working on it.”

      “I should help here. There’s a lot of ground to cover.”

      J.T. plucked the cup out of Susan’s hand. “Go. Sit at a computer and let your fingers do the searching.”

      “But—”

      “Susan, you look tired. I bet when I sent you home last night you didn’t get any rest. Come back this afternoon. You’ve been great organizing the volunteers. I may need you later.”

      She took her cup out of his hand. “Then I could use this if I’m gonna make it to the station.”

      Madison watched the older woman walk away, her large, thin frame wilting as though she had held herself together until J.T. had given her permission to admit her exhaustion. “She’s efficient.”

      “Since she came to Crystal Springs two years ago, my office actually runs effortlessly. She’s more than efficient. I’m not an organized person. Thankfully, Susan is.”

      “And you worry about her?”

      “She’s nearly fifty-eight and had some health issues this past year. She even had to take some time off lately. I don’t want her to get sick because she didn’t take care of herself. I don’t need that on my conscience, too.”

      No, he didn’t, but Madison wasn’t sure that would stop the guilt from manifesting itself. He was so vulnerable right now. “All your staff is good, J.T. I remember that from last year.” She could have added that the reason he had such a good staff was because of him. But J.T. wouldn’t like her to say that. Last year she’d discovered compliments didn’t sit well with him.

      “Well, right now I wish Ted was back from his vacation.”

      Madison knew that Ted was J.T.’s right-hand man. They worked well together. “Have you thought of calling him and letting him know what’s going on?”

      “Yes, but I won’t. He deserves the time off, and besides, he’s sitting on an island in the Caribbean. He saved for this trip for several years. I won’t cut it short for him.”

      “When was the last time you had a vacation?” Madison popped the last bite of her doughnut into her mouth.

      “Three years ago. I took the family out to the Badlands. We camped out and saw the sights. Ashley was a little young but…”