Little Girls Lost
“The smell of fried chicken poured into Sandhill’s truck like hot fog. Ryder watched a stray dog feast on chicken scraps at the edge of the asphalt.
Sandhill said, “So what’d you take from the guy?”
“He seems like a typical photographer, but something’s hinky. Probably has nothing to do with the abductions, but he’s got a worm somewhere in his gut. He was jumpier than he looked.”
Sandhill nodded. “Smug little bastard thought he was leading us around like carnival ponies.”
“What was in the back c...abinets?” Ryder asked.
“One held tripods, conduit, switch boxes, reflector stands. The other was a snack stash: three industrial-size cases of Cheezos from one of those discount joints. Plus paper towels and cleaning supplies.”
“I saw you snatch something from the floor.”
Sandhill used the nails of his thumb and forefinger to extract several pieces of silver paper from his pocket. A car behind them pulled out and Ryder waited until it was gone before leaning close.MoreLess
Sandhill said, “So what’d you take from the guy?”
“He seems like a typical photographer, but something’s hinky. Probably has nothing to do with the abductions, but he’s got a worm somewhere in his gut. He was jumpier than he looked.”
Sandhill nodded. “Smug little bastard thought he was leading us around like carnival ponies.”
“What was in the back c...abinets?” Ryder asked.
“One held tripods, conduit, switch boxes, reflector stands. The other was a snack stash: three industrial-size cases of Cheezos from one of those discount joints. Plus paper towels and cleaning supplies.”
“I saw you snatch something from the floor.”
Sandhill used the nails of his thumb and forefinger to extract several pieces of silver paper from his pocket. A car behind them pulled out and Ryder waited until it was gone before leaning close.MoreLess
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