Page 60 of Get A Fix

“You said her car was at the beach house?”

“Correct. And none of her credit cards have been used, no cash was taken out of their shared bank account or her personal one, no one in her family has wired her any funds, and nothing has been cashed out, like a 401(K) or an IRA or anything.”

“Which, assuming Voss didn’t kill her, seems to lead to the conclusion that she was probably kidnapped.”

“Right.”

“Have the cops considered that?”

“Not with the house being perfect.”

“Like whoever took her couldn’t have lured her out of the house or cleaned it up after. Has no one ever watched a movie?”

Owen smiled.

“Or we’re wrong and they planned her disappearance together.”

“Which is another possibility,” Nash said with a shrug. “I mean, they’re rich, right? Mr. and Mrs. Voss? There could have been cash in the house, or she could have driven to see someone on the way to the beach house and picked up money from them.”

“The GPS on her Lexus says she went from their mansion in Presidio Heights straight to the house in Bodega Bay,” Owen pointed out.

“But you’re saying she conveniently disappeared at the same time her husband failed to show up to speak to the SEC.”

“Yes.”

“No one thinks that’s related?”

“I’m not arguing with you,” Nash grumbled.

“So one of three things happened. Either Voss had his wife safely flee the country, they fled the country together, or she was kidnapped, but whichever happened, he didn’t hurt her.”

“Seems reasonable,” Nash replied flatly, “but SFPD is not gonna bite. They’re certain he killed her and chopped her up into little pieces.”

“But what’s his motive?”

“She had a life insurance policy worth five million dollars,” Owen informed me.

“But that doesn’t matter,” I grumbled. “First off, Voss is a fugitive. Second, at the moment, Carrie’s missing, presumed dead. He wouldn’t get a dime since the insurance company isn’t paying out on her maybe being dead, only on her for sure being dead.”

“True,” Nash agreed.

“And even if her body shows up, at that point they’re certainly not paying Voss. Murderers don’t get paid for killing people to get the insurance money.”

“That’s all valid,” Owen agreed. “So then what? Why is Carrie missing?”

“She has to have been kidnapped. Maybe Rhodes took her to keep Voss from talking,” I suggested.

“No. It’s not Rhodes,” Owen stated.

“How do you know?”

“Because our boss was asked by the FBI to locate the man, which of course he did.”

The government employed lots of contractors, and Jared Colter—between his friends, enemies, and his web of contacts—was at the top of that list.

“Where is he?”

“Lying low in Moldova.”