Chapter 96
AS SOON AS Jason Cortlandt was walked into a jail cell, complaining with every step, Cindy and I met with the sergeant in her cramped office. It was a tight fit for the three of us. Like a lot of detectives’ offices, this one seemed overcrowded with file boxes of unsolved cases—a constant reminder.
Cindy was on top of things. “I called the real estate editor at the Chronicle. He’s a good dude.
I think we’ve identified the house Jason was describing.
The editor says that it’s currently a rental, and according to his digging, it’s being leased by some kind of talent coordinator for a modeling agency.
A realtor friend of his said that the deal was all very hush-hush. ”
I wanted to kiss Cindy. This was more information than I could’ve retrieved with a warrant and three days of work. I looked over to Sergeant Davis. “This was your case originally, and still is yours. Do you want to come to San Francisco with us? Who knows where it’ll lead.”
She flashed a smile. “I appreciate your consideration. I have my hands full at the moment, so I’m perfectly happy to sit this one out.
But if what you find might help me locate the other two young women missing from San Julio—Katie Dharma and Carly Nash—please loop me in.
They may just turn out to be runaways after all, but… ”
“I most certainly will let you know what we find out.”
In truth, she was smart to sidestep this. I had an idea that what was going to happen would be messy.