Page 68 of You'll Never Find Me

“You can, but Jack is already looking for her—”

“I feel responsible,” Logan said. “I helped Jennifer get the job with Desert West, and she came to me for help. Now she’s missing. She hasn’t returned my calls or messages.”

I asked, “Do you know anything about her family?”

He shook his head. “She never talked about her childhood. I had a sense that it wasn’t a pleasant one, but she didn’t say anything about it. I didn’t pry.”

“Do you know if she has brothers or sisters? If her parents are still alive?”

He shook his head. “I really have no idea.”

Jack shot me a confused look, which I ignored.

“Do you know why she left her position in Silicon Valley? She took a substantial pay cut to work for Desert West.”

“I didn’t know that,” he said.

“You recommended Jennifer to Desert West, even though you no longer owned the company?”

“Gavin and I are friends. He remembered her from Texas and was thrilled to bring her on.”

“Gavin O’Keefe also worked with you in Texas?”

“We both still own that company through our investors group. I really don’t understand what you want to know,” Logan said.

“Jennifer has no social media footprint. No known friends or family. She seems to be a lone wolf—she works, goes to the gym, goes home.”

“Jennifer has always been introverted,” Logan said. “I understand that. It took me a long time to learn how to be social, and I still don’t particularly like social situations, unless I know the people.”

“Can you think of anyone she’s close to? At work, in Texas, from college?”

He shook his head. “I like Jennifer, but we’re not social friends. She considered me a mentor when she interned for me. We worked together almost every day for a semester. I moved to Arizona before she graduated and started at the company full-time.”

“Was she close to anyone in your old company? A friend, a colleague, a roommate?”

He was about to say no, then tilted his head and said, “Maybe Davis. Davis Balicki. He’s the IT manager and they were friendly.”

“How friendly?”

“Friends. Davis is married with kids. But he took her under his wing. She may have contacted him if she was in trouble.” He pulled out his phone. “I can give you his contact information.”

“Can you reach out to him? He knows you, and he might not tell a stranger where she is.”

He didn’t hesitate and hit Davis’s number. He put the phone on speaker.

“Hello?” Davis said.

“Davis, it’s Logan Monroe.”

After a minute of small talk, Logan asked, “You remember Jennifer White?”

“Of course.”

“She reached out to me last week to help her with a project, and now I can’t reach her. She sounded upset and I’m worried. Has she reached out to you?”

“We talked a couple of weeks ago,” Davis said.

“About?” Logan pushed.