Blue nodded. "I'm glad you handled it." Talking to the media was Blue's least favorite part of the job. She'd thank Merrie later over a drink or three.
When they reached the front office, Colt opened the door, gesturing for Blue to go through first. A woman in boots, jeans, and a puffy jacket sat in one of the chairs lining the wall across from the counter. A man in the same type of coat, but orange instead of navy blue, crouched beside her, patting her leg in a soothing manner while Peg sat next to her and offered tissues from the rectangular box she held. The woman looked up, her face a mask of worry, but her gaze told another story. Blue considered the woman's obviously dry eyes and realized Colt was right on the money. Socie Knapp was a cool customer. Nearly the opposite of Cece Williams, who had been a damned mess.
"Where is she, Sheriff?" demanded Socie. "Where is my daughter?"
"I don't know, Mrs. Knapp," said Blue. "But we're gonna do everything we can to find her."
