“What search?” Wylie asked as he, Garry, and Carl returned to the car.
“The one he would have instigated, eventually, after he set up surveillance on the women on our list.”
“He should have sent out search parties yesterday, or this morning,” Wylie said angrily. “The way he did for Nelly.”
Carl patted his back. “Give him a break. He was dealing with Nelly’s murder and hassling you because of the SOB who sent him to your place.”
By then, they were in the car. Once Garry got it turned around and had started back to the main road, he said, “Carl has a point. Besides, if Kingman hadn’t come by to search your house, Wylie, you wouldn’t have been pissed enough to come cry on my shoulder and we wouldn’t have done our own search.”
“Cry on your shoulder?” Wylie gave him a dirty look.
“Figure of speech. Whatever you want to call it, it got us moving and we found Emma before he could murder her, too.”
“And maybe move on to another victim,” Carl said.