Cole showed up at the precinct at nine-thirty the next morning to sign his statement. When he asked the desk clerk where he should go, the man checked then told him Detective Hawk would come down to get him. Quint did, taking Cole up to the squad room. He gave Cole a copy of his statement, which Cole read and signed.
“Has Gideon come in?” Cole asked when he finished, trying to make it sound like a casual question—which it wasn’t.
“Came and went, about an hour ago,” Quint told him. “From the way he was acting, I think he’s eager to get out of town. He said he’d already packed up what he took to the apartment and his only other stop was to check out of the hotel.”
“Oh.” Cole’s spirits deflated. “I suppose I can’t blame him. He’s got a business to run, and he can’t do it from here.”
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