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blond hair. Blue eyes and sorta fat lips. The kid? Well, he’s a kid. Don’ t know what to tell you there. Never really paid any never mind to him.”
    There had only been three hundred dollars missing, but he had discovered people were more apt to help if they thought larger su ms of money had been involved. When he did a robbery cal l, he used the opposite logic. Then if the money was retrie ved, he’d keep the difference. Sometimes more for his troubles. That’s what insurance companies were for, weren’t they?
    “I’ll do my best, officer, but like I said, we have a great many buses coming in here daily and I have at least seventy drivers. I’ll let you know what I find, if anything . Y ou have a nice day.”
    The stupid cocksucker didn’t even take the inform ation needed to call him back. He was just about to call him back when his radio squawked. Every fucking time he got to doing something, somebody would call him in.
    “Officer Ormond speaking. ” He never knew who was going to be calling him so he had learned to be careful of his radio calls. The last time he’d gotten snippy with that bitch at dispatch, she’d told his boss. Bitch was probably sucking him off under the desk every day, that’s the only rea son he got his ass chewed out. It served her right that her tires had been slashed twice since them, he thought with a nasty grin.
    “Aren’t you supposed to be over at the school directing traffic? I gotta tell you this every day, Andy? Jesus H. Christ! Are you just that stupid? Haul your ass over there right now and get to it.”
    He hated being called “Andy.” His name was Andrew Anthony Ormond and this cock sucking prick called him Andy every time he got the chance. He’d gone to his boss about it, but he’d said that David was just funning with him and if he ignored it then David would get tired of it and bother someone else. It wasn’t w orth getting in a tussle over. T hat had been three months ago. Anytime he wanted to move on to someone else was fine with Anthony.
    “I’m headed there now. I got h ung up on a traffic violation. Some wom an wanted to argue her speed.” That had been true, but it ha d happened over two hours ago.
    “Sure it did. If you’re still arguing her ticket after two hours and twelve minutes, wh y don’t you just bring her in? Sounds like my wife anyway. G et a move on, Andy, right now. Kids can’t cross the street without their pa-trol there to direct them.”
    Damn GPS and damn the way David said patrol like it was two separa te words. As soon as he could, he was going to arrange for David Haddock to have a permanent accident. One that involved a great deal of pain for the man and whole lot more broken bones than the last time he’d had an “accident.”
    He was just pulling into the parking lot of the school when his cell went off. The number wasn’t one he recognized, but he had given out his number a lot over the past w eek looking for his Charlotte. He answered with a short bark of his name.
    “You still looking for the woman and her little boy? I think I saw them when I took the bus to my family’s house to help to out. Got the gout, you see, and can’t get around like they used to. I swear there are days when I think Gabby gets herself hurt just so I can come over there and see—”
    “Where does your sister live? And when was this, exactly?” If he hadn’t shut her off, no telling how much more he would have had to endure of her sister’s gout problem. A nthony shuddered with disgust.
    “Oh, she lives in that trailer park on London S treet. Those things are so close together that I swear I can hear her neighbor’s breathing at night. Then those dogs! Don’t get me started on those dogs. Bark all night long, they do. Then there—”
    “What c ity does your sister live in?” He enunciated each word and he could hear t he bite of anger in his voice. At this point, he didn’t fucking care.
    “Cincinnati. Don’t kno w why you’d