Anything your father said. People he might have mentioned.”
“Amos,” I blurted out, just to see his reaction. “He met a man named Amos.”
Inspector Williams sighed. “Sadie, he couldn’t have done. Surely you know that. We spoke with Amos not one hour ago, on the phone from his home in New York.”
“He isn’t in New York!” I insisted. “He’s right—”
I glanced out the window and Amos was gone. Bloody typical.

Author: Rick Riordan