The Truth About Comfort Cove

said, getting off the elevator he’d been waiting for. Though Kim had been a cop for ten years, she’d just made

detective over the summer. She’d been a great cop. And was

going to make an even better detective.

“Thanks,” Ramsey said, taking the folder she held out and

tucking it under his arm with the other one, backing up to let

the elevator go without him. Kim’s timing couldn’t have been

better. He was on his way to pursue a lead on Jack Colton—the

guy who just happened to have been driving a delivery truck

in Claire Sanderson’s neighborhood the day she went missing. “Anything noteworthy?”

With a sympathetic smile, Kim shook her head, her

shoulder-length dark curls bouncing around her shoulders.

“No rap sheet, which you already knew. His DMV record is

clean. He’s lived between here and Boston his entire life with

the exception of a semester at the University of Cincinnati on

a baseball scholarship. He didn’t make the team, dropped out

of school, moved back to Massachusetts and has been here

ever since.”

University of Cincinnati. Handy that the well-known institution of higher learning was less than an hour’s drive from Lucy Hayes. Something she could check out for him. An ex

cuse to give her a ring.

“What about family?” Focus, man. The case was all that

mattered.

Kim gave him another soft smile as she shook her head.

“His folks moved to Florida ten years ago. Dad’s dead, heart

attack. Mother’s in assisted living with early onset dementia.” “Siblings?”

“Nope.” She looked like she was going to say more so he

waited. And then she didn’t. She was looking at him, as though

waiting for him to do something.

He held up the folder. “Thanks,” he said, pushing the report against his side as he stepped back.

“You want to have a drink or something?” Kim hadn’t

moved. Her smile had changed, become more personal. She