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    Gabe had fielded a call from Schumacher. They still hadn’t found Olivia’s vehicle and had issued a BOLO alert. They’d done a search near Oz Park and at her residence, and her silver BMW 650i Convertible was missing. It made him wonder if she’d been killed as part of a carjacking, but why would a carjacker take the risk of accosting her in the middle of the park and not in the street near her vehicle? Stealing a car was a grab-and-go crime of opportunity. He couldn’t see a thief take the time to hunt for her vehicle after killing a woman to steal her purse. The whole thing felt staged.
    Cronan had written his questions on the white board.
    He’d found an online newspaper link to a photo where Olivia stood alongside her parents at a local charity event. Olivia looked stunning in a black cocktail dress, smiling for the camera. She’d organized the event as a benefit for the arts, and her parents were mentioned in the article as being generous supporters. Her father had his arm around his daughter. Both of them were grinning, but Mrs. Davenport stood near them and looked as if she’d been caught unaware of the camera. She’d forgotten to smile.
    Seeing Olivia in the photo made it hard to imagine how she ended up in Oz Park. Flashes of her violent death stirred his anger, even this early in the morning.
    “Hey, you’ve been busy.”
    When he heard Angel’s voice, he looked up from his computer.
    “Yeah, caffeine helps.” He raised his coffee mug in greeting.
    Angel headed toward her desk across from his. They were located in the far corner of the detectives’ bullpen. His partner had gone to obtain the warrant for phone records. She’d also been with forensics to get more information on the mysterious Ethan. Angel had a smile on her face, always good to see.
    “Our first stop will be to notify Olivia’s parents,” he said. “Then I’ve got an address for our vic off DMV. We can check that out.”
    “ Sounds like a plan.” She nodded. “I did a lookup on the phone number for our boy Ethan, but all I found was the name of a corporation, Circle of Fifths. I have a contact name, Rachel Blevins, and an address. I’ve got us an appointment to see Ms. Blevins after we notify the family. We can ask her face to face what she knows about a guy named Ethan.”
    “ Great. Just tell me where to go. I know you like doing that.”
    “ You ready to head out?”
    “ Yeah.” Cronan gulped the rest of his coffee and grabbed his suit jacket off the back of his chair. He shrugged into it and adjusted it over his white dress shirt and leather shoulder holster that carried his Glock 21.
    He followed Angel out of the maze of cubicles and desks, but not before looking over his shoulder at the white board.
    “If my face ever goes up on a white board, I want the cops in charge to have one question on their minds— what the hell was he thinking ?”
    “ Wow. That’s morbid.” Angel scrunched her face and glanced over her shoulder at him. “But I’d say you’ve got a pretty good shot at that, Gabe. It’s nice to have goals.”
    ***

Sheridan Road – Morning
     
    There was never a good time to hear bad news, especially about a daughter who’d been murdered and would never come home. Cronan hated this part of the job. It brought back too many bad memories of the day he’d learned the hard way—that with the things that mattered most, there were no ‘ do overs .’
    Angel kept silent as she sat next to him in the passenger seat of his unmarked Crown Vic. She stared out the windshield as they drove toward the house at the end of the driveway. The beautiful home off Sheridan Road had a spectacular view of Lake Michigan. A trim landscaped yard terraced in flowers. Even though the residence sprawled over several acres, it had the appearance of a comfortable cottage, set into the woods. A brick wall surrounded the estate, a wall that couldn’t keep the Davenports safe from bad news.
    After he parked near the front