Two months had passed but there’d hardly been any progress concerning the Davis case. The police were at a similar dead end. The pool boy had vanished from the face of the earth.
Miles returned to an empty apartment and a text from Erica telling him she had moved out. She would be staying with a friend, and she wanted him to move out of her place. He couldn’t believe it, and called, but she wouldn’t talk to him. She texted him, again telling him they couldn’t be together anymore. The next couple of days passed in a blur. He went to work and worked long hours, then returned to the empty apartment and tried to sleep, but sleep eluded him. He wasn’t sure he’d ever be able to recover from the way his world had come crashing down on him. He only knew he had to keep trying.
On Saturday evening
