At ten fifteen Saturday morning the lieutenant ripped a page out of his notebook and slapped it on Detective Ben Gray's desk. “Possible missing kid in Sterling Meadows. Roger Oakley's first on scene. Says we need a look.”
“How old is the kid?” Ben asked.
“Roger says seventeen, but says he's almost positive it's not a case of party hearty and too loaded to make it home.”
Ben nodded. “Go ahead and call Crime Scene out. Roger's good. He wouldn't put out a squawk unless he's got something for us.”
“Yeah, says he's pretty sure she was snatched from the house.”
Ben's left eyebrow shot up. He grabbed his jacket from the back of his chair and called to his partner. “Scott, let's roll. Let's find out what happened to…” He glanced down at the notepaper. “Cass McBride.”