They sat at the table, and Jordan pulled out her notebook. “Do you have a recent picture of Casey?” She wanted to compare it to the one Rivers had sent her.

“Sure.” Mrs. Andrews fished a phone from her pocket and held up the image.

Jordan stared at the pretty smiling face. “When is the last time you saw her?”

“Last night. She’s been staying at home for a few weeks. She’s trying to find a job and get her life back on track. But she snuck out of the house last night.”

“She’s not been gone that long. Why did you call the cops?”

“I know the people she hung out with before. They’re dangerous, and I was afraid she had slid back.”

“Slid back?”

“Drugs. She got in with a bad crowd when she was about fifteen. But that’s all behind her now.”

“How long was she into drugs?”

“On and off a couple of years. She used cocaine mostly.”

“And you’re sure she was clean?”

“She swore to me she was.”

“Drug users can be very convincing, Mrs. Andrews.”

“I know. I’ve been fooled before. But she seemed right. And then she vanished.”

“Why would she do that?”

“I know she was struggling. Finding work these days is hard. She was losing hope.”

“Does she have friends or a boyfriend?”

“She dated guys but mostly went out with friends in groups, you know?”

“Can you give me a list of her friends?”

“I never met them. I’m telling you what she told me.”

“Any contact information would help.”

Mrs. Andrews reached for her phone and scrolled through her contacts. “I called her friend Mary Pat. They went to high school together, and they still keep up. Mary Pat hasn’t spoken to Casey in over a year. Neither has her former roommate Missy Stapleton.”

“Favorite places to hang out?”

“Downtown Austin, where all the kids her age go.”

“What did she do for a living?”

“She worked as a waitress at Buzz’s but got let go. She was looking for another job, one that maybe paid more and had hours during the day. She was saving for a deposit on an apartment.” Mrs. Andrews dug her thumb into pink, chipped nail polish on her index finger. “Where do you think she could be?”

“What is Casey’s cell number?”

“She has two phones. One for friends and family and one for her dealer.”

As Mrs. Andrews recited the two numbers, Jordan programmed them into her phone. “How long has she had these numbers?”

“The personal phone for about a year. She’s had the drug one a few years. I told her to get rid of the drug phone. Hanging on to it keeps the idea alive that she can call her dealer and score again.”

“Ever heard of a guy named Marco Walker?”

“No. Who is he?”