The other woman groaned. “In that case, do you want to just stay out of it? If you find something, pass it on. Otherwise we’re doing our job.”
“Glad to hear it. Same thing for you. If you hear anything, let me know, will ya?”
“Yes.”
At that, Kate contacted IT and asked, “Any update on those church windows?”
“I was just about to call you,” Bowman replied, “and also sent a message to the Missing Persons Bureau. I know you didn’t go through them originally, but that has a way of pissing people off.”
“Yeah, apparently I already did that,” she muttered.
“It’s hard to stay on everybody’s good side. In this case though, I think we’ll need the whole team.”
“Why is that?”
“We have nineteen church windows.”
“Jesus, nineteen, huh?” She stood up. “All possible?”
“Yes, all with buildings across from them, either uninhabited office buildings or some occupied residential.”
With that, she phoned her Missing Persons’ contact again. “Hey, sorry I didn’t tell you about the church window thing.”
“I just heard,” she snapped.
“Not trying to step on your toes. We’re on the same side after all,” she noted.
“Then keep me in the loop. There’s a reason we’re called Missing Persons.”
“I get it. I’m sorry.”
With that out of the way and the information from the IT people running through her mind, Kate added, “Listen. We do have nineteen locations to check out.”
“We don’t have manpower for nineteen. We need to narrow it down somehow.”
Kate thought about it and winced. “Well, we can check power and see if any of them have been turned off because there’s obviously still power at this one.”
“I can do that. Most of them will probably still have power on, even if it’s empty,” she warned.
“I know, but we might take a couple off. We need to find out who owns and/or lives in them too. I’m hoping we’ll find some connection or rule some out that way too.”
“Yeah, I can do that too,” she replied, “I’ll get back to you in a bit.”
With that, Kate hung up and looked over at Rodney, who had just come in, and quickly brought him up to date.
“Yeah,” Rodney agreed, “we need to keep communication open between departments. When people start screaming at the sergeant, it has a way of coming down on us.”
“And with good reason,” the sergeant declared, having walked in, just in time to hear what Rodney said. “We don’t have time to spend on turf wars and stepping on toes.”
“Sorry, I didn’t realize I was out of our lane and upsetting people. In our defense though, Missing Persons hadn’t even been out to see the people we spoke to yet. They’re probably pissed because we made them look bad.”
“It’s never wrong to help find somebody who’s missing,” Colby stated, “but you have to communicate and keep the right departments informed and moving through the process.”
She nodded. “I get it. So, we’ve isolated possible locations for this missing woman and have it down to nineteen sites.”
“Damn, that’s a hell of a lot,” Colby noted.
“Which is why we’re trying to find a way to narrow it down before we start physically checking them out.”