“I have some contacts in the DPD,” she said, thanks to Jake’s brother, Luke, who was a homicide detective. “I can ask a few questions. I might get some answers.”
Or she might not. It was too soon to know much and the storm would complicate more than Donovan’s problems before it moved east.
“Do you have a picture?”
He pulled a manila envelope out of a pocket and handed it to her. “Here’s her vitals, car stats and a picture.” He waited until she took it. “Also my personal cell phone number. Call me if—”
“Of course, but I can’t promise much, Donovan.”
“I know.” He held her gaze for a long moment. “Thanks.”
“Sure.” She tapped the envelope. “I’ll be in touch.”
She left him standing on the sidewalk, an improbably forlorn figure with the storm for his backdrop. In the garage, her SUV was c
