" do you know her parents , sam ? the poteets ? walace and cassandra ?"
"he 's a shrink ? i wouldn't know him unless i met him with you . maybe i arrested him once . where do thewy live ?" .
"shanahan ridge . not too far below NCAR ." i said N-CAR , not N C A R . sam knew i was talking about the national center for atmopheric research in boulder . I.M oai jhad designed the complex to evoke an anasazi ruin . NCAR sits on a high plateau above the southwest tip pf boulder on what is probably the fines single piece of real estate in the county , maybe even the finest parcel in the whole eastern side of the state .
sam said " i can't tell from your story - did you end up talking to their daughter ? what ? carmel ?"
"yeah , it's carmel . cara . but no , i haven't spoken with her , and i'm not sure i'll get the chance ." i expalined the situation with wallace and cassandra , and their concern about revisiting the grand canyon trip with their daughter .
" there's no crime here , right ? you're not leaving soeything out of the story ? this isn't police work ?i can't .....do that ."
"i've only seen madia reports merideth prvided from the time the woman disappeared , sam . there 's no mention of a crime in any of them . everything i've read makes what happened sound like a disappearance , maybe an accident ."
" no body ?"
"nobody ?" i asked , confused .
"not nobody ." no corpus . that kind of no body ."
" noyt that , either . not according to what i've seen ."
a kid whizzed around the corner on a motorized scooter and stopped fifteen feet past the stoop . the minuscule motor on the scooter was belching blue smioke and whinning like a baby with colic . the kid - i guessed he was twelve or thirteen - had stopped in the direct glare of the sun and seemed immune to its power to melt flesh . he kept glancing my way as he tinkered with the motor . i thought he was stalling while he decided whther the reason i was hanging in his neiborhood was someything that merited his attention .
"he 's a shrink ? i wouldn't know him unless i met him with you . maybe i arrested him once . where do thewy live ?" .
"shanahan ridge . not too far below NCAR ." i said N-CAR , not N C A R . sam knew i was talking about the national center for atmopheric research in boulder . I.M oai jhad designed the complex to evoke an anasazi ruin . NCAR sits on a high plateau above the southwest tip pf boulder on what is probably the fines single piece of real estate in the county , maybe even the finest parcel in the whole eastern side of the state .
sam said " i can't tell from your story - did you end up talking to their daughter ? what ? carmel ?"
"yeah , it's carmel . cara . but no , i haven't spoken with her , and i'm not sure i'll get the chance ." i expalined the situation with wallace and cassandra , and their concern about revisiting the grand canyon trip with their daughter .
" there's no crime here , right ? you're not leaving soeything out of the story ? this isn't police work ?i can't .....do that ."
"i've only seen madia reports merideth prvided from the time the woman disappeared , sam . there 's no mention of a crime in any of them . everything i've read makes what happened sound like a disappearance , maybe an accident ."
" no body ?"
"nobody ?" i asked , confused .
"not nobody ." no corpus . that kind of no body ."
" noyt that , either . not according to what i've seen ."
a kid whizzed around the corner on a motorized scooter and stopped fifteen feet past the stoop . the minuscule motor on the scooter was belching blue smioke and whinning like a baby with colic . the kid - i guessed he was twelve or thirteen - had stopped in the direct glare of the sun and seemed immune to its power to melt flesh . he kept glancing my way as he tinkered with the motor . i thought he was stalling while he decided whther the reason i was hanging in his neiborhood was someything that merited his attention .
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