Dean sighed. It was a lot more information than he’d had before coming here. Now if he could find a way to get Vlad to talk to him, he might come out with a solid lead where Maren was. It’s sure a hella lot more than I started with.
“Thank you. That helps me more than you can know.”
“I’m glad that I could help you, young man. It makes up for some of the…difficulties…we’ve had today.” Madge smiled.
“I’ll be going now, ma’am. I have a convenience store clerk to talk to.”
Madge nodded. “Take care, young man. Best of luck on your hunt.”
Dean gave Madge a polite bow, then walked out of the store, and into the parking lot of the Kwik-Way.
How can I use this information to the best effect? If I confront Vlad with it, will he break, run, or fight? Based on his ‘friends’ that want their money, running is most likely. So that screws the confrontation idea. Maybe following him home? No, That wouldn’t get anything. What I need is to see the cameras here. That may get me more information before I attempt to link Vlad to anything to do with her disappearance.
Dean shot a bit more about his options and what might be going on. One thought was a kidnapping for ransom, but to his knowledge, there were no ransom demands, or contact for that matter. A second thought occurred. What if there were more than one in the area? If so, then there would be other missing persons reports. That wouldn’t find Maren, but it would set a pattern, and maybe he could break the pattern and find the people.
His rational shoulder-self said he was wasting time he could be using to find Maren, and the intuitve shoulder-self was saying that if there were more than just Maren, there could be more evidence to back up his idea. I really hope that I’m reading this right.
Dean decided to go to the precinct and see if there were other disappearances that might help with this case. I can miss Vlad this time. The guy to talk to is Jeff.
The precinct was just getting ready for shift change when Dean entered. The desk officer saw Dean, and waved him over.
“Who are you here for, sir?” The officer gave him a level stare that, to Dean, was trying to get him to confess to something.
“Good afternoon to you, officer, I was wondering if I could get a look at the public records for disappearances over the last six months?”
The officer rolled his eyes, then glared at Dean. “Oh god, another private in-ves-ti-ga-tor.” He straightened up, then leaned forward, resting his forearms on the top of the watch desk as he leaned towards Dean. “So what is it you’re looking for? Cat up a tree? Someone’s missing pooch? Or maybe looking for some poor slob who’s wife wants to screw him over inna divorce? Would that be right, Mr. Dick?”
Dean held up his hands. “Whoa, friend, I am not here to be the start of anything. What’s this all about?”
The desk officer snarled, then shoved an open book at Dean. “Sign in, and state your purpose.”
Dean signed the book, which recorded his handwriting, then annotated his written purpose to the Desk officer’s computer. the officer read the entry, and his eyebrows rose slightly.
“Hmm, you’ve been hired to find this girl? Not a divorce case?”
“Yes, officer. Maren Payamy. She disappeared and her mother turned in a missing person’s report a day ago.”
The officer tapped on his screen, then looked up as a slurred bellow caught everyone’s attention. “Excuse me a second. Looks like there’s something to take care of.”
Dean nodded, then stepped aside as two officers brought in a loudly screaming drunk. The Troykin’s clothes were in tatters as officers kept trying to hold him in front of the desk to check him in. The Troykin would lunge away, wanting to sit down, and the officers would struggle to hold him long enough to record finger and ocular prints. The screams were something Dean couldn’t make out. The Troykin was slurring his own language, which sounded like cats screaming at each other in baritone. The desk officer grabbed a flailing hand and pushed it down on the desk, into a mounted restraint. He pulled up a smartphone and placed each finger on the face for a second, and moved to the next one.
he finished the thumb when the Troykin finally finished flailing, realizing his arm was well and truly held. In all this he’d never lashed out once at the officers, controlling himself carefully despite his apparent drunkeness. He stood quietly as his left eye was copied, then meekly allowed the officers to remove the restraint, and set him down on a metal chair. the officers cuffed him to the chair, and Dean moved back to the desk.
He observed the Troykin for a moment, then turned back to the officer. “What was that about?”
The officer shrugged, then tapped on his screen. “I hope you find her. She’s the third one missing in that area over the last five months.”
“Whaaat? There’s more than one?”
The officer nodded. Two more. I can’t give you the details until you ask for ’em, but I can tell you they’re still missing.”
Dean quickly pounced on the officer’s words. “I formally request information on any other missing persons in the last six months in and around a kilometer from where my person of interest disappeared from.”
He pulled out his own pad and pencil from his back pocket. “The last place I have her seen was DelHomme and Warren.”
“Really? Ah, okay. I just got a report of a found vehicle registered to your Maren Payamy this morning. I’ll print out the location along with the other missing person information you’ve asked for.”
Dean waited as the officer sent the information to a paper printer. He plucked the sheets from under the desk and held them up. “Finished that formal request in writing yet?”
Dean grabbed a sheet of paper, and wrote out in a hurried scribble his request, then signed the bottom and dated it. The officer glanced it over then handed Dean the sheets.
“Thank you officer. Good luck with the rest of your day too.”
Dean walked back out to his Jeep, and got in. His cellphone beeped at him as he sat down. The furniture company was waiting to unload the furniture for the receptionist’s desk. He returned the text, saying he was on his way back, and tossed the cellphone in the passenger seat.