“I’ll see what I can find out.”
“Casper is on standby. Have you reviewed her dossier?”
“I have more important things on my mind, Rile. If you want to work with her, then do it. You don’t need my okay.”
I didn’t catch whatever the man murmured before ending the call, and I didn’t give a shit. If Casper had a role to play in this investigation, so be it. If not, why was Rile wasting time talking about her?
I placed the next call. “Trip, what have you got for me?”
“I know you were looking for travel in the last seventy-two hours, but Adler Livingston is a frequent flier between Boston and DFW. As far as your specific question, he flew in and out of Austin on Tuesday. On Wednesday, he flew in from Boston for a second time. There’s no record of him traveling out of Texas yesterday or so far today.”
“That takes care of where he is now. Go back to the frequent flier thing you said.”
“He’s been flying between Logan and DFW on a weekly basis since January. Sometimes flying in and out the same day or within twenty-four hours. Prior to January, it was more infrequent, but it looks like it started up just about a year ago.”
“Was he traveling alone or with someone?”
“Alone.”
“Always DFW?”
“Mainly, but there were two trips to Austin.”
I walked out of the office and into the living room where Mila still sat. “When?”
“One, back in March, and then last week.”
“Any other travel?”
“Negative.”
“Thanks, Trip. I owe you one.”
“You owe me a helluva lot more than one, but don’t worry, Decker. Someday, I’ll start collecting.”
I chuckled and ended the call. I sat down next to Mila. “Did you say Adler traveled on business?”
“Yes, but I don’t know anything about it. I’d say that he didn’t talk about it, but the truth is, I didn’t ask.”
I scrubbed my face with my hand and then told Mila everything Trip had told me. She stood and paced, hands on hips.
“Tell me what you’re thinking, sweetheart.”
“At the moment?”
I nodded.
“I need to pound keys.”
I cocked my head.
“Play the piano. It’s my stress relief.”
“Are you serious?”
She stopped pacing and glared at me. “Are you making fun of me?”
I held up both hands. “Not at all. If you really need to take your frustration out on a piano, I know where you can do it.”