Turning off the TV, he went upstairs to change from his suit into jeans and a tank top. After fixing dinner, he took off for his nightly run.
2
It was Monday evening and two weeks had passed since the disappearance of Alderman Barlow. Nick had followed the story as it went from being in the headlines until it faded to a small item on the third page of the newspaper—and to nothing on television as other grim news took precedence. Online, conspiracy theorists had been having a field day. None of them even came close to what had actually happened to Barlow.
“They never will, if we have our way,” Nick had murmured after reading one of their more outlandish ideas.