“You never said how you ended up as a private detective,” Garry said.
Wylie laughed. “My folks insisted I was going to get a college education if it killed them…and me. I had no clue what I wanted to major in until I sat in on a lecture by one of the criminal justice professors. I was intrigued, signed up for his class and that was that. I was hooked. I met John, my future business partner, in one of the classes, we hit it off, and after graduation we decided to open our own agency.”
“Why did you quit?”
“After seven years of being small fish in a huge pond, I’d had it. Since Gramps willed his house to me, I sold John my half of the business and moved here.”
“I’m glad you did,” Garry said.
“So am I,” Wylie replied. “If I hadn’t, I wouldn’t have met you. I’m not sure I like being the chief suspect in the abductions, at least in Kingman’s eyes, but…”
“We’re going to find the bastard who took them,” Garry stated adamantly.
“Yeah, we will.”