The Wreckage of Paradise.pdf - Dice

Gabriel McKenzie suddenly had a lot more work.If Gabehadbeena smallbusinessman, thatwouldprobablyhave been a good thing. Or ifhe’dbeenatypicalwage slavewhogot paidjust as muchwhenthingswere slow, itwouldhavebeena bad thing But Gabe McKenzie was an FBI agent, and he wasinterested in a lot more than the bottom line.This month, Gabe was interested in May Carter.May was in her twenties, a dental hygienist, black, activein her church, 5’6”, 140 pounds, no criminalhistory, livedalone, no known criminal confederates, no arrests. And nosign of how or why she’d disappeared from the face of theEarth.No rawom demand. No suicide note. No sign ofastruggle.Gabe had started by scouring her apartment (findingnothing immediately important), her car (abandoned inMaryland Heightswith the key in the ignition, no meaningfulprints) and her workplace (a forensicnightmare-hundreds of people through it in the course ofa week, so finding anything significant would be totalneedle in a haystack).Primarily, he was focused on the boyfnend, Noah Wallace.Good-looking guy, Noah. Straight-arrow type. KnewMay in high school, rekindled their acquaintance on a bustrip to help earthquake victims in Los Angeles.