“That’s not good.” Another sip of coffee. “Since it is now daylight, I will be happy to go over to Mandy’s condo and see what’s going on.”

“We can do that now.”

“What’s going on with Aaron Otis and Greg Reyburn?”

“Greg hasn’t called me back, but I did speak to Aaron. He’s coming in at ten. It’s only eight. We have enough time to go back and forth.”

“Did you tell Aaron about Crystal?”

“Broke the news to him twenty minutes ago. He’s acting totally freaked.”

“He probably is. So why wait until ten to bring him in?”

“He’s at work and wanted to get a few things squared away. I figured it’s best to let him set the time frame, use him as an ally instead of a suspect, even though he is one. I have uniformed officers on him and at Greg’s apartment in case either of them decides to run. It’s all under control.” She slung her purse over her arm. “Ready?”

Oliver finished his latte in one gulp. “Man, you were a busy bee this morning. How do you function on so little sleep?”

“I never went to sleep. I knew it would be hell waking up after three hours, so I decided to make myself useful. I found out where Crystal’s mother lived. You’d think it wouldn’t be difficult to find a woman named Pandora Hurst, but it took me the better part of an hour. I called Mom at six in the morning—eight her time. She’s coming in from Missouri.”

“Not a good way for you to start the morning.”

“It was a very bad way to start the morning, but it had to be done. Also, I made a six-pack from Chuck Tinsley’s DMV photo for Yvette Jackson. All that jazz took up another hour.”

“Surely you haven’t called Yvette Jackson yet.”

Marge checked her watch. “I’ll do it when we’re on the road to Mandy’s condo. Let’s go.”

“Aren’t you exhausted?”

“At the moment, I’m jacked up on coffee and Red Bull. If I were to kick at this moment, I’m sure my heart would go on beating hours after my demise—like a pithed frog. Even so, I’m willing to admit that my spatial perception might be a tad off.” She handed him the keys. “So would you mind?”

Oliver took them. “Thanks for dealing with everything. I owe you. How about dinner tonight?”

“How about one day without your complaining?”

Oliver shook a finger at her. “Let’s not push it.”