Witness, Suspect, or Henchmen

Bart could spend some quality time with Grace that evening and still got enough sleep before work. The next morning, they could come in late because of the fire investigation and the break-in. The bull pen was jumping today, and Grace was sitting in his office looking angry.

“Morning. What brings you here?”

“You know how I want to talk to a few of the families of the missing?”

“Yeah, have any of them contacted you?”

“Now that I think about it. No, and that is odd. Normally, in something like this family is out trying to lead the charge. What did you find out?”

“Well, it’s taken a week to get any of them to return my calls. I ended up on the doorstep of one in sheer desperation of speaking to someone. Bart, someone paid for their silence with money and who knows what threats.”

“That’s crazy, and it makes it a matter for me to investigate, not yours. This proved my point last night that this is far too dangerous for you. Who