“Lovely,” Mac muttered. “As if you don’t have enough things to worry about.”

“In the good-news department,” Quincy continued, “I seem to have found an ally in Sheriff Shelly Atkins, Luke Hayes’s successor. She gave me a lead: Apparently the boy Rainie has been working with, Dougie Jones, commented first thing this morning that Rainie might be missing. He called Rainie a liar and said liars get what they deserve.”

“You think a child did it?” Kimberly asked with a frown.

“Dougie’s seven, which makes that doubtful. But then again…” Quincy shrugged. “He’s a troubled, mixed-up boy who’s led a troubled, mixed-up life. It’s quite possible he knows something about what happened.”

“So when do we go talk to him?” Mac spoke up, pushing away from the table and gesturing for the bill.

“I was thinking Kimberly would interview him. Soon as possible.”

“Me?” Kimberly looked around the table.

“Dougie doesn’t like cops or men.”

Kimberly narrowed her eyes. “And while I’m following up with this charming young boy, what are you two going to be doing?”

“Going to the fairgrounds, of course. Kincaid spent a lot of time and energy preparing the newspaper article, but he also made one very big assumption: that the UNSUB would read it before four p.m.”

“Oooh, fun,” Mac murmured, already reading between those lines.

Quincy said, “My thought exactly.”