freelance journalist?”
Bolan nodded.
“Driving a brand-new Cadillac?”
“Rental. You wouldn’t believe how many frequent flyer points I’ve racked up on my credit cards.”
“Pardon my bluntness, but you look way too fit to be a stringer.”
Bolan smiled again. “Thanks for noticing—I try to keep fit.”
His implication hit the editor after a moment, and she colored slightly. “Hmph.” She studied him for a long minute. Bolan returned her frank, green-eyed gaze with his own pair of vibrant blues, not saying a word. “You got some kind of press pass, online clippings, website, anything?”
Bolan shook his head. “Not anything recent. Website got hacked by the Chinese in retaliation for a piece I did on the tongs last year. Even I can’t access it without getting spammed with a thousand pop-ups for ‘enhancement’ products. Even passed out all my business cards in Vegas.”
“Yes, how convenient.” Casey rested her elbows on the desk. “All right, I’ll give you what I know, on one condition—you give me twenty-four hours to break the story first, all right?”
“Sure, I’d have to sell it first anyway, so no problem.”
Blinking in surprise at having won so easily, Casey recovered and leaned back in her chair. “The decedents are Jack and Sandra Bitterman. Jack was basically the town lawyer. He handled just about everyone’s business here. He also was the main factor behind Cristobal locating their first North American laboratory here. Once they arrived, he served as legal counsel for the company in its dealings with the township.”
“Yeah, I’ve been researching them since I got here. Seems like an unusual place to locate a state-of-the-art facility, don’t you think?”
Casey had slipped on a pair of tortoiseshell glasses and regarded Bolan over the rims. “That question’s been asked many times before, and the heads of the facility say they wanted a place where it was peaceful and quiet. No doubt the tax break package Jack lined up with the state government had something to do with it as well.”
Bolan had been doing an internet search again, and held up his smart-phone. “This victims?” He’d located a picture of the family, a man, woman and teenage girl, who looking to be about seventeen years old, posing at some kind of county fair next to a blue-ribbon science project.
“Yeah, that’s Sandra, Jack and Kelly…” Casey’s voice trailed off.
Bolan asked the obvious question. “Where is the daughter now?”
Casey stared at him as if he’d just sprouted wings. “Oh my God, just fire me already… The sheriff’s department hasn’t mentioned a single word about her yet.”
“So she’s still out there somewhere, yet from what you just said, the sheriff hasn’t put out an Amber Alert for a missing teenager, or sent out any sort of BOLO announcement yet.”
Casey’s expression had gone from disgust for not seeing the connection to uncomfortable at Bolan’s comments. Before she could reply, her desk phone rang. “Excuse me, will you?”
She picked up the phone. “Hinder, editor’s desk…yes, Principal, how can I help you?…she was where?…Yes…I’ll be right over to discuss it with you…thank you.”
She slammed down the phone, then looked up with haunted eyes. “Do you have any children, Mr. Cooper?”
Bolan shook his head. “Haven’t found the right opportunity yet.”
“Well, if you ever decide to take that particular plunge, think long and hard about it before you do—they’re equal parts heaven and hell, but my daughter seems to be leaning toward the latter recently.”
“Let me guess—she was caught skipping school and brought there by a Deputy Quintanar, right?”
Casey had been rising from her chair while Bolan talked, but stopped halfway to the door, her mouth open. “How’d you know that?”
“She was at the diner when I ran into Everado. Matter of fact, she was with Everado—”
Casey cut Bolan off before he could finish. “Goddamn it all to hell! I told her to stay away from him! Nothing good’s gonna come from her hangin’ out with any of them. Sorry to cut this short, but I gotta go.” She handed him a card. “If you need anything else, you know where to find me.”
“That I do. Thanks for your assistance, and good luck with your daughter.” Bolan rose and got the door for Casey.
“I’ll need more than luck to deal with her today.” They both walked into the bullpen to see Deputy Quintanar talking with the receptionist. He looked up to see Casey and Bolan together, and his brow furrowed in puzzlement before he smoothed his expression over while waiting for them to approach.
“Ms. Hinder, I was wondering if you had a few minutes.”
“Sorry, Rojas, but I got a problem I have to take care of first. Maybe we can catch up later this afternoon?”
“That would be fine. I’ll check in with you later.” He kept an eye on Bolan as Casey ran out of the building. “You’re certainly taking an interest in our little town, Mr. Cooper.”
Bolan nodded. “I’ve been looking for a place to settle down for the past few months, somewhere quiet, peaceful. I thought Quincyville might be just the town I’ve been looking for. I was asking Ms. Hinder about local businesses that might be hiring and properties available for rent or sale.”
The deputy digested this story for a moment. “Quincyville is always glad to have new folks settle down here. It’s a good place to raise a family. What line of work are you in?”
In for a penny, in for a pound, Bolan thought. “Private security. I used to work for Blackwater, but got out before the government stuck its nose in too far. Times have been a bit tight lately. That’s why I was looking into local businesses. Right now I’m into whoever can give me a steady paycheck.”
His reply seemed to relax the deputy somewhat. “Interesting. If you do decide to call Quincyville home, perhaps you and I should talk again. It’s possible I could recommend you to our company as a security specialist.”
Bolan frowned. “Our company? I thought you worked for the state?”
Quintanar’s frown matched his for a second, then he smiled. “That’s true, but all of us here in Quincyville are very proud of what Cristobal has done for the town. I hope you’ll excuse our possessiveness.”
Bolan nodded with what he hoped looked like relief. “Doesn’t matter much to me, as long as the pay’s steady. Any word you could put in would be great, although I wouldn’t expect you to have much trouble out here.”
“You’d be surprised. There are always problems that need attention in the pharmaceutical business—corporate espionage, product transfer security, even bodyguarding our senior officials when they travel outside the U.S. A man with the right experience could prove to be very useful.”
“I’d appreciate the opportunity
