well expect my sonâ our sonsâto get at least as much attention as a liquor store holdup or highway accident or domestic dispute. And you havenât told me one concrete thing youâve done to find out where they are.â
âAs I told Mrs. Capparelliââ
âAnd thatâs another thing.â Fury had gradually shaded Colleenâs face a deep red. Shay marveled at the change in her. Somehow sheâd pulled her shit together, turning from the blubbering mess in the truck stop to a fearsome bitch. âItâs Ms. Capparelli. Not Mrs.â
Weyant looked from Colleen to Shay and back again. âLook here,â he started.
âI am interested in everything you have to say,â Colleen went on, opening her purse and searching through the contents. âIn fact, I want to make sure I get it all down.â
âIâll take notes,â Shay said, grabbing her notebook out of her own handbag. Later there would be time to resent Weyant for being intimidated by Colleen after dismissing her. For now, they needed to benefit from the momentum. âYou talk.â
âThank you.â Colleen returned her purse to the floor. âLetâs start with which officers are involved with the case, or assigned to it, or whatever the proper term is.â
âI donât have to...â Weyant wiped his forehead, shaking his head, before starting over. âI wouldnât want to say without checking the duty roster. But you can consider me your liaison. I donât want you contacting my officers, disrupting their work. You need something, you come to me.â
Colleen raised an eyebrow. âNoted.â
âThatâs not what Sanders told me before,â Shay muttered.
âItâs all right, Shay,â Colleen said, giving her a bland smile. âWe can revisit that later if we need to. Now, what steps have your officers taken? Who have they interviewed; what leads have they tracked down?â
âWhen Ms. Capparelli notified us of her concern, officers were sent out to the Black Creek Lodgeââ
âNot the first time I called,â Shay interrupted, as she wrote. âTook you all three days.â
âThey interviewed staff there and confirmed the boys hadnât been around for a few days,â Weyant continued, testily. âThey talked to their employers. Believe they went out in the field. Theyâll have the names of the supervisors they talked to. But the upshot is, no one on the rig knew anything. The boys simply didnât show up for work.â
âThe officers spoke to the men who worked closely with Taylor and Paul? Their coworkers?â
âIâm sure they did,â Weyant said, looking not very sure at all.
âWhat about other men who were staying at the lodge? Restaurants or other places they were known to go?â
âWell, now youâre getting into a gray, that is to say, an area where we donât devote more resources until thereâs a reason. Something to suggest a direction to go.â
âYou mean, like them still not turning up?â Shay snapped.
Weyant turned on her, his irritation obvious. âLike an indication that harm has actually been done to them. Your sonâs vehicle hasnât been seen at the lodge since the day you reported him missing, which to me says thereâs a good chance he drove out of here on his own steam.â
â Truck. Not vehicle. My son drives a white Chevy Silverado. And what about the fact he left his things in his room?â
Weyant shrugged. âA few changes of clothes and some deodorant? There wasnât anything valuable. He could easily have replaced it all. Or maybe he took what he cared about with him. I donât see that meaning a whole lot one way or another.â
âWhat about the boysâ phone records?â Colleen said. âHave you looked into who they spoke to? Whether there have been calls since they