Garrett picked up his phone and called his father. Finally something going his way.
“The cop was here. The one who turned off the alarm.”
A pause. “Why?”
“I think… I think she might have had something going on with him. She seemed pretty upset when she found out there was no David Whitmore. Kept mumbling about her missing toothbrush. When a woman looks like that when she finds out what’s gone down…I bet he was fucking her. Now she says she can find him.”
“Do you believe her?”
“She’s pissed,” Garrett said. “A woman scorned and all that. Maybe if he told her something… something real about his life. She could be our only lead.”
“Find her. Follow her.”
“Done.”
“And Garrett, don’t fuck this up again.”
Garrett gritted his teeth. There were times he really hated his father. “Yes, Father.”