My best guess to find Charlie was looking back at police headquarters, and no such luck there. So I wonder if I should just go back to Mendrick. I sincerely doubt he would appreciate the lack of time spent looking but I don’t know enough about Charlie to know where to look.
I decide to waste time, and tell Alannah that much. She shrugs, and mutters something I don’t catch under her breath. I’ll just take that as a yes. I grab the papers on the case, and peruse them yet again. I hope that either Charlie shows up, or I miraculously stumble upon something someone else missed.
After what feels like hours, but according to my watch was actually less than half of one, I put the papers back into the folder and rub my temples. Warming up my brain, I tell myself, but I know it’s because of the lurking headache.
Murder is so much simpler than kidnapping.
I make a trip to the restroom and splash cold water in my face, but the headache seems to grow. It’s a nagging feeling in the back of my head, telling me something bad is going to happen.
I hit the side of my head and wish it would give me hints to something I didn’t already know.