Chapter 8Kent arrived home at five-twenty, giving him just enough time to change into jeans and a T-shirt before Jordan was due to arrive. He was on edge, worrying about Kelly, and more than a little afraid there was nothing Jordan could do to find her.
“It’s not that I don’t trust his capabilities,” he told himself. “But it’s been a long time since he was a cop, and he’s not associated with them anymore. If he did find something and it needed to be analyzed, like a fingerprint, is there someone on the force that would be willing to do it?” He had no idea if Jordan’s quitting had ruffled the feathers of the other detectives, given the reason for his defection. If that’s what to call it. I don’t think so but they might.
He was about to get an answer to his questions. When Jordan buzzed to
