“Are you taking her with you again?”
“Yes. I believe her friend will be more comfortable with Mrs. Harris there.”
“What about the toddler?”
Just thinking about the little girl put a smile on Kit’s face. “Amy will be coming, too. I don’t want her separated from her mother.”
“So it’s Amy now.” TJ looked amused.
Kit could see where this conversation was headed and got to his feet. “I won’t take up any more of your time.”
“Watch your back. Let me know if you need more help.”
“Thanks, TJ.”
Once he’d settled at his desk, Kit made two calls to Denver. The first was to the school board to request information on Jimmy Salter and his family from their records. His second call was to the police in Denver to have them search their files for a rap sheet on a Jimmy Salter. Thanks to Mrs. Park he had approximate dates to go on.
With that accomplished he called Forensics. Stan, the lead forensics expert, invited him to come downstairs to discuss what he knew at this point in the case.
Before he could leave, his cell rang. He saw Natalie’s name and his pulse sped up. Maybe she’d reached her friend. “Hi.”
“Hi. You told me to phone if I got one of those hang-up calls. It just happened.”
Kit checked his watch. It was ten to ten. “I’ll get someone on it immediately. That’s three so far, right?”
“Yes. The two last week and now this one.”
“Okay. Did you reach your friend?”
“My call went to Colette’s voice mail. I asked her to call me back ASAP.”
“Then I’m sure she will. I’ll be here awhile if anything else comes up. How’s Amy?”
“Running around as usual with toys in both hands.”
He chuckled. “See you later.”
On the way down the hall Kit almost collided with his friend Luckey, who grinned. “Well, well. Do I call you Monsignor?”
“It’s Father Segal.”
“On you it actually looks believable. Cy told me you’ve gone undercover on the Harris case and she’s really hot.”
“I didn’t say a word about her.”
“That’s why Cy figured it out. Where’s the fire?”
“I’ll tell you later.”
“I want to know chapter and verse. If you need backup, I’m available.”
“Thanks. I just might need you.”
Kit hurried past him and took the stairs two at a time to reach the bottom floor where the forensics department was located. Once through the doors he stopped at the office of another colleague. Rafe.
The man smiled. “The collar looks good on you, Kit.”
“Thanks.”