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  1. TITLE PAGE
  2. COPYRIGHT PAGE
  3. DEDICATION
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  89. ABOUT THE AUTHOR

“Roscoe. He’s got a blue Nissan with a Chicago Bulls sticker on the back.”

“Has he ever picked up Lyle like this before?”

She shook her head. “No, we have strict visitation rules. He took him outa state once without telling me, so we got an order from the judge that he can’t see him without my permission.” She took out her phone. “I’ll call him.” It rang a few times. “Voice mail. I’m gonna head over there and get him. Thank you for your help.”

I stood on the lawn and watched her walk away. Jia said, “Well, that was a lucky break.”

“Luck, my ass. He’s running.”

“Coach Mallory?”

I nodded. “He blamed everything on Nathan to get me outa there. Must’ve slept on it and decided it was best to hit the road. Call Howard, get out a BOLO call on his car, and call his credit card companies and get an alert whenever he tries to use one. We need to catch him before he leaves the state, or we’re not seeing him or Lyle again.”

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Court was called off for the rest of the day, and the jurors were released to go home. Pritcher didn’t object. I could just picture the little ferret laughing it up tonight over drinks about how he’d run circles around me.

I sat in the conference room and tossed a tennis ball against the wall, catching it with one hand on the bounce. The BOLO—be on the lookout—call had gone out for Roscoe and his car, and an AMBER Alert had been issued for Lyle. A police unit was sitting outside the high school and another one outside Roscoe’s house. But I didn’t think we’d see him anywhere near there.

Jia and Will came in. Will said, “Okay, last time anyone saw him, he was leaving the high school. Vice principal said the coach came in this morning to tell him he had to cancel his classes for today because of a family emergency, and he wasn’t sure if he’d be in the rest of the week.”

Jia said, “Got a list of his known relatives. Sister in Arizona about three hundred miles away and an uncle in California.”

“Call the police departments in whatever towns the sister and uncle live in and ask if they’ll put a unit outside the homes. Tell them it’s for a child abduction case. If they’re resistant to help and don’t seem too inquisitive, tell them you’re FBI.”

“Local cops hate the feds,” Will said.

“That’s a myth they portray on crime shows. Every cop wants to join the FBI, so they’re willing to go out of their way to help them and get brownie points.”

“On it.”

As Jia and Will left, I yelled, “And make sure to get them a photo of Roscoe and Lyle.”