Blink of an Eye (Kendra Michaels #8) - Roy Johansen Page 0,25
office’s most high-profile cases of the past few years.”
Kendra grimaced. “I guess I just don’t value my sanity enough.”
“How many cases has it been? Twenty-eight, twenty-nine?”
“Don’t remind me. Not all of them have been for the FBI. And I’ve turned down ten times that number.”
“So I’ve heard. There are days I wish I could do that.”
“Like today?” Jessie said.
Kelland shook his head. “No. Believe me, I want to find Delilah Winter as much as you do. And we will.” He gestured to the house in front of them. “But I’m not sure if this will help us do that.”
Kendra strode quickly toward the front door. “Let’s find out.”
Kelland and Jessie had barely caught up with her when she rapped on the door. It opened to reveal a small woman in shorts and a tank top. She eyed them nervously. “Yes?”
Kelland stepped forward. “Katy Wynn?”
“Yes?”
“I’m Special Agent Kelland. FBI.” Kelland flashed his ID. “And these two women are helping us on the case. We want to talk to you about Adrian Nash.”
She cast a wary glance at them. “Did you find him?”
“I don’t have anything more to say.” She stepped back from the door and moved to close it.
Jessie slapped her palm against the door and pushed back. “Let’s give it a shot. You want to help Adrian, don’t you?” She cocked her head. “Or maybe you don’t.”
“Of course I do,” she answered quickly.
“Then talk to us.”
“I’ve already talked to another FBI agent and a cop.”
“Which is why we’re here,” Kelland said gently. “Just following up. Okay?”
Katy nodded reluctantly.
“May we come in?”
She pulled the door open wide and walked back into the house.
Kendra glanced around as they followed her inside. The small house was decorated with framed concert posters, many autographed, that she assumed must have come from Nash’s previous tour jobs. The décor and furnishings had a definite masculine vibe, suggesting that Katy had only recently moved in.
“Your boyfriend is Delilah Winter’s sound guy?” she asked.
Katy nodded. “Second audio engineer.”
“He works in the booth?” Kelland said.
“No. On the stage. He manages the microphones for the instruments and vocalists.”
Kelland looked at several framed photographs of Adrian, posing with such rock luminaries as Tom Petty, Bruce Springsteen, and Paul Simon. “I remember him. We spoke to Adrian briefly at the Bowl before we let the crew go.” Kelland pulled out his phone and swiped his finger across the screen.
Kendra leaned over and saw he was scrolling through photos he’d taken of the crew members. He finally stopped at what was clearly Nash. “Yeah, I remember him. He said he assumed the big speakers were there for another show this weekend.” Kelland glanced up at Katy. “We released everyone by four thirty A.M. You’re sure he didn’t come home while you were sleeping?”
“Positive. He would’ve had to turn off the alarm, which would have woken me up. I’ve been here all day. I’d know if he was in the house.”
“Have you tried calling him?” Jessie said.
“About fifty times. It just goes to voicemail.”
Kendra scanned the room, looking for something, anything that would give her insight into the missing man. She paid special attention to the cluttered foyer table and the kitchen’s overflowing trash can. “Has he behaved or spoken in a way you might call unusual?”
Katy shook her head. “He’s been on tour with Delilah Winter. I joined him two or three weekends a month, and things were the same as always. He seemed happy to be back home. We’re supposed to drive up to Big Sur together next week.” She looked down. “I thought he might be going to propose there.”
Kendra smiled. “He may still.” She was still glancing around the room. She stiffened. Yes, that might be it. Now pull it all together…
“Maybe,” Katy said. “I don’t want to talk about it now.”
“Is there anyone else who may have an idea where he went?” Kelland said. “A friend, a coworker…”
“He’d tell me before he’d tell anyone. But I did check with a couple friends of his. I’m so upset. No one has any idea where he is.”
“Really?” Kendra asked softly. “Aren’t you laying it on a little thick, Katy?”
Katy’s gaze flew up to meet her. “What?”
“You heard me.” Kendra tried to sound threatening. It was hard to do because there was something vulnerable about the woman that reminded her of a lost kitten. “I don’t have to tell you that it may appear suspicious that he went on the run just hours after Delilah