in an evidence bag. I’ll get someone to send it over to the lab immediately. Regardless of where Jordan is, that guy kidnapped you and we need to find out who he is.”
“No kidding.” She bit her lip and glanced around.
“Jordan likes this path a lot,” she said. “Katie says when he needs to be alone, he spends as much time as possible walking, running or biking this trail and praying. She says it calms him and gives him focus.”
Officers talked with those enjoying the warm spring day. One held up his phone and showed a young couple the screen. Jordan’s picture, no doubt. They both shook their heads and the officer’s shoulders slumped slightly, but he nodded and made his way to the next person.
“What is it?” Luke asked her.
“What do you mean?”
“Something’s been bothering you—other than the obvious—since we found the letter,” Luke said. “So, what is it?”
Sophie pressed her lips together, then looked at him. “The handwriting on the letter was Jordan’s.”
He stilled. “Are you sure?”
“Of course I’m sure. I see it every day. He’s forever writing notes and placing them on my desk.”
Luke stared at her. “Why didn’t you say something earlier?”
“Because I thought we’d have answers by now. I thought we would have found Jordan and he would have explained everything. The fact that we haven’t found him yet scares me to death, because while I don’t believe he’s suicidal, I definitely believe he’s in some kind of serious trouble and time may be running out for him.”
* * *
The problem was, Luke mostly agreed with her, although he couldn’t deny the little niggling of doubt that wanted to raise its head and demand attention.
He shoved it aside for the moment, slightly ashamed at the flare of uncertainty—and, if he was honest—jealousy of her unwavering loyalty to her boss. It hadn’t taken him long to discover there was a depth to Sophie he wouldn’t have guessed she possessed.
However, just in the last few hours, she’d proven herself a loyal employee—the kind who worked hard because of her innate integrity, not just because she was earning a paycheck. And she was Jordan’s friend as well as his assistant. She would defend those she cared about to the bitter end—including her fierce belief that Jordan wouldn’t kill himself. She’d made that abundantly clear.
And yet, Luke hesitated. While he admired that about Sophie, sometimes loyalty and devotion could blind a person to reality. Sometimes. He wasn’t saying that was the case with Sophie and their boss, but he wasn’t ruling it out either. And a small part of him couldn’t help wondering what it would be like to have someone like Sophie in his corner. For someone to have that kind of unshakable devotion to him.
Bruno jerked at the end of the leash, anxious to do his job. Only Luke didn’t have a job for him to do. Bruno was a cadaver K-9, whose specialty was finding dead bodies, and Jordan wasn’t dead. Luke’s jaw tightened, but he followed after the animal, determined to do his part in locating his boss. He had to keep believing it wasn’t too late. That he wasn’t too late. Please, God, please let us find him—alive—and let there be a reasonable explanation for his disappearance.
For the next two hours, he and the other officers searched the area without success. Jordan wasn’t there. Or at any of his favorite places according to reports coming in.
“Where could he be?” Sophie finally asked on the verge of tears.
Luke’s heart slammed against his chest in empathy with her worry. “I don’t know. Maybe you’re right, though. Maybe we need to sit down with Katie and talk through everything.”
“Like what?”
“Like Jordan’s morning. His schedule. What he said to her before he left? Everything. There’s no detail too small, but I’m pretty confident about one thing.”
“What’s that?” Sophie asked.
“Jordan never made it to the Parkway this morning.”
“Why?”
“Because Bruno didn’t even get a hint of his scent. That means he wasn’t there.”
“Then let’s go.” Sophie hurried to the SUV and Luke climbed behind the wheel after making sure Bruno was settled. He paused.
Sophie frowned. “What are you waiting for?”
“Do you have Katie’s number?”
“Of course.”
“Can you call her? I think we can do this over the phone and it will be faster than going back to the auditorium.”
“Sure. I can put her on speaker.”
Sophie dialed the number. It only made it through half a ring before Katie answered. “Sophie? Did you find him?”
“No, I’m sorry.”
Katie’s muffled sob echoed through the phone’s speaker, and Luke winced. Katie was one of the sweetest people on the planet and he hated that she was suffering—that they were all suffering. “I’m here, too, Katie,” Luke said. “Listen, we’re not giving up, so just keep hanging in there, okay? But we think you can help.”
“Yes. Of course.” She sniffed. “Anything. What can I do?”
“Tell me about this morning when you last saw Jordan. What was his mind-set like?”
“Um...nothing unusual. He seemed fine. And by fine, he was joking around about some things, talking about where we’d take our next vacation. He was proud of the graduating K-9s and handlers and said what a great addition they would be to the force. He was looking forward to the future,” she said softly. “That note wasn’t from him.”
“I don’t think it was either,” Sophie said, “but did you look at it?”
“No, I didn’t want to. Why?”
“It was his handwriting.”
Katie paused. “Then someone forced him to do it,” she said, her voice low, but firm. “The only way he would write that note is if someone held a gun to his head.” She paused. “Or threatened me.”
“I’d agree with that last part,” Sophie said.
“What time did Jordan leave this morning?” Luke asked.
“Before I did—around 8:30. He took Snapper with him for their run, then was supposed to go straight to headquarters, where he was going to use the shower, dress, then head to the auditorium to go over his remarks before the ceremony.”
Luke paused, lips pursed. “Did you see him actually get in the vehicle and drive away?”
She paused. “Um...no.
