Death Comes in the Morning

I went back to the motel. I felt good progress had been made in this unofficial investigation. Perhaps Ed would soon call with information on the things I had sent to him for analysis: the brown paper for fingerprints and the data from the dog tag. However, it was his day off. I might not hear until tomorrow.

  There was something else I wanted him to look into also. If what Jake Monroe said was true, there were a lot of men working in the valley, men just like his running man. More Hispanics. And they were in there against their will, since they were trying to escape. It seemed to me that they must have been kidnapped from somewhere. There might be a trace of that, such as missing person reports. I might find something on the Internet. Ed, though, would be able to dig into many places that I could not, such as police missing person reports. But I couldn’t call him with yet another request. Not until he finished what he was already working.