Page 59 of Get A Fix

“Yes,” Nash confirmed. “There’s not enough evidence at the moment that he did anything wrong other than Carrie Voss going missing from their house in Bodega Bay.”

“Define missing.”

“Bijou de Loughery, Carrie’s best friend, was supposed to meet her there, but when she arrived, Carrie was nowhere to be found.”

“And was there evidence that she had been?”

“Yes. Her car was parked in the driveway, her purse, wallet, keys, phone, and some shopping bags were in the kitchen.”

“Signs of a struggle?”

“No, everything was pristine.”

“Huh. Okay, well, who reported her disappearance to the police?”

“Bijou. She was distraught and assured the police that Voss had done something to her friend.”

“Have they been able to locate Voss and question him about his wife?”

“No, he’s in the wind.”

“When did he disappear?”

“He skipped out on the SEC the week before his wife went missing. The Thursday that Carrie disappeared, the housekeeper and their personal chef arrived at the house in Presidio Heights around nine, and Carrie Voss was there to greet them. She had breakfast, gave the housekeeper some extra directions because she was planning to have friends over for dinner, and then left. She did tell both ladies that she was going to the house in Bodega Bay to meet Bijou and play tennis.”

“So in theory, she could have driven from the mansion to the beach house, and Voss could have been waiting there to kill her.”

“That’s what the police think.”

“But you don’t.”

“I just—I’m not finding any evidence that Voss didn’t love his wife, and I’ve been through everything.”

Owen’s middle name was thorough, so there was no reason to doubt him. Plus, he had his own software that worked faster and drilled down deeper than anything I’d ever seen when I was a cop.

“You think Voss loves his wife.”

“I do.”

“Why do you look upset about that?”

“I’m not upset. It’s just, this part doesn’t make sense. Everyone—family, friends, business acquaintances—they all said the same thing, that Elliot Voss was crazy about his wife.”

“So you’re thinking the police have it wrong.”

“I don’t know. I don’t want to make assumptions. Maybe they have evidence I don’t have access to.”

I shot him a look that I hoped conveyed my skepticism. “You’re not just a hacker, Owen, you’re a great hacker, so what don’t you have?”

“Yeah, all right.”

“Honestly, then, what do you think?”

“I don’t think he killed his wife.”

“Okay, good. What do you think happened?”

“I’m not sure.”