CHAPTER ELEVEN
Keri was right. After they had passed through the police barriers and parked in front of the house, they spoke to an officer in a car outside who said that Tim Rainey had come out multiple times to talk to him and that the last visit was only twenty minutes earlier.
Rather than knock or ring the bell, Ray texted him saying they were outside and asking if they could come in. The door opened less than fifteen seconds later and from his shortness of breath and panicked look, they could tell he feared the worst.
“We don’t have bad news, Mr. Rainey,” Keri said immediately. “As far as we know, nothing has changed with Jessica. We’re just here to ask a few more questions we think might be helpful.”
Rainey seemed to breathe again and motioned them in. He trudged to the kitchen,
