“She apparently caught her boyfriend making out with her best friend in a nightclub.”
I frown as I listen.
“Took off and they think she has committed suicide somewhere.”
Her best friend and her boyfriend. What the fuck? That’s why she was crying.
“Anyway, she’s a nurse,” he continues.
I frown again. “Nurse?”
“Yeah, ICU.”
“I thought she was a cop?”
“Nope, did she tell you that?”
I shake my head distracted by the best friend and boyfriend thing. “No, I just sort of thought…”
“Thought what?”
“I sparred with her in the gym once and she could fight. I assumed she was a cop.”
“No, not a cop. She does have a membership to a kickboxing gym. Works out regularly.”
“Does she have any family?” I ask.
“That’s the weird thing. There is no trace of her before her eighteenth birthday.”
I frown. “What do you mean?”
“I mean she didn’t exist until she turned eighteen.”
“I don’t understand.” I frown.
“In most cases, that means she has changed her name as soon as she was old enough.”
“Why would she do that?”
“Who knows?”
“Who was she before?” I ask.
“I can find out, but that info takes about a week or so. They have to go through records and stuff. Does it really matter anyway?”
I hold the phone to my ear as I think.
“I mean she’s probably dead,” he replies.
I shake my head. God, nobody is even looking for her. No wonder she wants a new start.
“Who does she live with?” I ask.
“She lived with her best friend.”
“The chick who was fucking her boyfriend.” I frown. This is unbelievable.
“That would be her.”