Figures. If it was Sarah, and she’d seen the officer sniffing around her car, odds were she would have slipped away. A more optimistic scenario was perhaps Sarah had used the grocery store parking lot while shopping at chichi boutique stores nearby and had lost track of time. Returned to discover her car was missing. But even in that innocuous scenario, Sarah wouldn’t be stupid enough to sally into a police station to reclaim her vehicle. The lack of registration and car insurance meant the owner of the car was probably using fraudulent ID. Things would be much more difficult if the car was indeed Sarah’s and she’d realized the cop’s appearance meant Kevin had knowledge of her whereabouts, her vehicle, and plates. It wouldn’t be a big leap for her to conclude that he also knew about the changes she’d made to her appearance. And she would be right. Kevin had commissioned a sketch artist to create a new composite drawing, which he had uploaded the day after the BOLO was put in. If this was her car, chances were she realized he was closing in. She would change her look and run again. Kevin needed to move fast before her trail got cold.

Detective Luna stopped and jerked his chin toward a gray Honda Accord. “That’s it, there.” The car was wedged between a lime-green Lamborghini and a rusted-out white 2005 Chevrolet Express.

“Thanks. Appreciate it,” Kevin replied. He eyed the two-door, gray Honda. It was an older model, maybe 1995 or ’96, a piece of junk. Had a hard time imagining Sarah behind the wheel.

“No prob.” Detective Luna slapped a thin metal tool into Kevin’s hand. “Lock it up when you’re done and drop the slim jim at my desk.” Detective Luna didn’t wait for a response. Turned on his heel and headed back through the parking lot full of impounded cars toward the building. Kevin didn’t blame him. It was pissing cats and dogs.