he tried to arrange that. We don’t know for sure, because he’s not talking much yet.”
“Kirsten died over a job?” Lara shook her head. “Is Madsen a sociopath?”
“We’re not sure, but he might try to plead insanity.” Caden nodded. “There’s more. The kids in Morton’s basement were foster children. He had access to them through his charity work at Transitions.”
The words foster children triggered a memory. “Excuse me,” she said. “I have to contact someone.”
She grabbed her iCom and spoke her message to Jackson out loud: “It’s Lara. The missing foster kids you’re looking for? Check the basement of Thaddeus Morton’s home. The commissioner’s dead and not coming back, so you won’t need a subpoena. Let me know how it goes.” She pushed Send.
“You’re still a cop at heart.” Caden smiled softly.
“I’m a damn good paramedic too, and I’ll be glad to get back to my job.”
“Can I come down and see you when I visit my daughter in Portland?”
“You’d better.”
Lara looked around to see if she’d forgotten to pack anything. A small wrapped chocolate lay on the nightstand from the maid service the day before. She slipped it into her pocket. Later on the plane, she would put it into her mouth and let it melt. It was a start.
