“You take cream, right?”

“Good memory,” said the agent. He accepted the coffee, then took his notebook from his pocket. “So, we’ve monitored his bank accounts and credit cards. No activity at all since the disappearance. There were no unusual withdrawals during the previous year. We’ve circulated his photo but nobody has come forward. Hospitals. Morgues.”

Her eyes stung, but she was cried out.

He shifted in his seat. “Is there anything new you can tell me?”

“I remembered something. He started going to this church a few weeks before…before…”

She handed him the pamphlet she’d found in the closet.


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