had clothes all neatly folded. There was a clear organizational process involved. The bottom drawer contained a laptop, a purse, and a cloth bag that looked to be full of yarn.
Grabbing the purse, he set it on the bed and opened it. The contents were as organized as the dresser drawers. Ignoring the other items, he pulled out a black wallet. Inside was a driver’s license from California. Brooklyn Nishi, born May second, she was twenty-eight. Older than she looked.
She had three credit cards in alphabetical order. A blood donor card – she was A positive - and a number of store loyalty cards. One to a store that he knew was mostly makeup and hair products. There was a grocery store card and a punch card to a juice stand. She had about a hundred dollars cash in her wallet, but Tanner spied a bank envelope in the purse and found almost five thousand dollars inside. There was also a stash of business cards. Pulling one out, Tanner saw she was a hospital administrator at St. Luke’s in San Francisco.
Why she would be carrying so much cash was another mystery. She clearly was someone who liked nice things, but the Apex Motel was not the kind of place you went and had spa treatments. Someone must be looking for her then. He would call St. Luke’s and see if she had an emergency contact listed.
Chapter 4
P icking up his cell phone , he made a call to the hospital. He waited on hold as they put him through to Human Resources.
“This is Tammy, how can I help you?” the prim voice answered.
“Hi Tammy, I’m Sheriff Tanner Rochon of the Morgan County Sheriff’s Department. We believe one of your employees has been in an accident. I’m looking for emergency contact information.”
“Sure, which employee?”
“Brooklyn Nishi,” he said.
“Brooklyn! We haven’t heard from her all week! She disappeared. We’ve all been so worried about her. After what happened, we were thinking the worst,” Tammy said.
“After what happened?” Tanner asked, his bear rearing up in worry.
“Well, the last anyone saw of her was the night we had a shooting outside our ER. A gang member was brought in with a gunshot wound in the leg. While he was being treated, two more members of the same gang were executed in the ambulance bay. Bang, right in the head! We didn’t think Brooklyn was involved, but we wondered if she just got freaked. Everyone will be so glad that she’s okay,” Tammy said.
“Tammy, what gang?” Tanner asked.
“Oh uh, it was one of those motorcycle clubs. Sick Devils, I think? The ambulance bay was a mess,” Tammy said with a gagging noise.
“And that was the night she disappeared?”
“Yeah, she was on shift and then poof!” Tammy said dramatically.
Tanner didn’t like where any of this was headed. An important hospital administrator did not just pack up and disappear from her job without telling anyone where they were going. Only people that were worried or scared did that.
“Tammy, I need you to do me a favor,” Tanner said, lowering his voice. He found he could get people’s attention when he dropped his tone.
“Oh, yeah sure, what do you need?” she asked breathily.
“I’m worried that Brooklyn might be in trouble. If you can give me her emergency contact info then keep the fact she is in my town secret, I would be forever grateful.”
There was silence for a moment, and then he heard her sigh, “Of course, Sheriff Rochon. I can do that. Anything you need, I’m happy to help.”
Tanner shook his head. Sometimes he didn’t understand people. “That would be great, Tammy. I just want to keep Brooklyn safe. I’ll let her know you were worried about her. But keep the fact that she has been found to yourself. Can you do that?”
“I’m your girl, Sheriff,” Tammy said, sounding excited she was in on the caper.
“Excellent. I’ll take the contact information. And Tammy…I’ll keep you in the loop, yeah?” Tanner knew this HR rep was thinking she was in on the secret squirrel