“Shit. The cops think Kayla was taken,” Matt said the second I walked into the apartment. His hair was a mess, and it was clear that he’d had a beer or five. He had a fresh one in his hand, and he wasn’t just sipping it. I plucked it from his fingers and drank the rest of it in one gulp. “Hey, that was mine!”
“No more for you,” I said, shaking a finger in his face. Matt didn’t drink much so when he did, it went straight to his head. I knew he was under a great deal of stress, but this wasn’t the way to deal with his problems. “Tell me everything.”
Matt and I went into the living room and sat on the futon before he spilled his guts to me. It turned out that the hospital had called the cops when it discovered Kayla missing. The cops went over her room with a CSI kit and found traces of another person. Now, that wouldn’t be so unusual as it was a hospital, but they found pieces of skin, hair and fibers from a shirt—all indications of a struggle between Kayla and the person who took her. They were running tests on the samples found, but Martinez wasn’t too sanguine about the results.
“You talked to Martinez?” I asked, interrupting his recitation.
“Yup,” Matt said, smirking slightly. “I even got to see him. Jealous?” I punched him in the arm and indicated for him to continue. He didn’t have much else to say. The kidnapper hadn’t left a note this time, so the cops didn’t have many leads. They were also concerned because of her hit-and-run case, but there wasn’t much they could do about that.