Chapter 8

“It’s one possible explanation for your not hearing from him after your fight. Speaking from personal experience, when someone’s kicked out of another person’s life like that, they tend to keep trying to stay in contact so they can convince the guy to let them back in.”

“Pissed off girlfriend?” Clay said, lifting an eyebrow in question.

Quint shook his head. “Boyfriend.”

“Now who would have guessed that?” Clay commented, looking at the tall, muscular detective.

“Stereotyping, Clay?” Quint grinned.

“Yeah, I suppose I was.”

“You’d think you’d know better, considering you told me you purposely went to clubs to look for subjects because of the variety of men you find there.”

“Touché.” Clay waited until Quint had taken several shots of Travis’s portrait then put it back in the closet. “You will let me know if…if your detective finds out Travis is one of his cold cases.”