Missing Persons
Chapter One
The fact that I was sitting with
Diane behind Hannah Grant's
office at 6:30 on a mid-December
Thursday evening
meant that I'd already lost the
argument we'd been having
since she yanked me out from
behind my desk five minutes
earlier. She killed the ignition on
her Saab and summed things up
for me anyway. "We can't leave
in the morning if we can't reach
Hannah. It's that simple."
She was right.
With only nine shopping days
until Christmas, Diane Estevez
and I were scheduled to make
the short flight over the Rockies
to Las Vegas for a weekend
professional workshop-Diane, I
suspected, was pretending to be
much more enamored of EMDR
than she really was-and
Hannah was generously
providing coverage for our
clinical psychology practices
while we were away. Without
coverage, we couldn't go.
Diane had switched our
Frontier flight the next day from
noon to the cusp of dawn so that
she cou ... read full excerpt from Missing Persons ebook
