Early Saturday, an hour after midnight and after five months without a single lead, Officer Daniel received some vital information. He was assigned to the case of the missing homeless people. He had taken over the case from a senior officer, who had also gone missing after fifteen years of trying to catch the person they had labeled “the snatcher.”
With his lights off, Officer Daniel drove down Main Street in an unmarked police car and pulled into the back of the dark parking lot adjacent to the homeless shelter. He reclined in his chair and sipped on his coffee, his eyes glued to the emergency-exit door.
About twenty-five minutes later, the door swung open, and Officer Daniel sat up quickly and stared at the five-foot-nine-inch, two-hundred-fifty-pound black male security guard. The guard came to the edge of the sidewalk, looked around while on his phone, and then went back inside. After ten minutes, he emerged again and stood by the door, looking into the street. Officer Daniel paid little attention to him this time, until a red-and-black sports car pulled up close to the sidewalk with its lights off.
The driver saluted the guard, and the guard returned the gesture, after which the driver got out of the car. He was slim built, wore blue jeans and a dark-colored fitted T-shirt, and had a baseball cap on his head. Holding a bag in his hand, he looked around cautiously as he walked to the back of the car. The guard greeted him with a handshake while saying, “Good evening, Mr. Andrew. It’s nice to see you again. I apologize for the little error I made last week. The doctor already checked this one out, and he is healthy.”
“I hope so, because I’m getting tired of these blunders.” The driver handed the guard the bag...
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