Jake Randolph, Private Investigator Pt. 13

Harrigan nodded, "So, she took my advice, huh?"

"Yeah."

Harrigan went around and sat down at his desk. He looked tired.

"Well, I can't tell you any more than I told her. We could find no evidence of who she was. No driver's license. Fingerprints came up with nothing..."

I interrupted, "What about the car?"

"It burned up. The license plate was charred and if there was any registration in the car, it burned up too."

"Dammit!" I yelled out. "Where was the accident?"

Harrigan rose up from his desk, "Desert Canyon Road. Come on, I'll take you up there."