His expression said he'd been waiting for that question, but since Bob knew the most about what had happened... well. It was also rather fun, watching him work, because he was veering as close to the truth as he could without getting into the part where they'd be thought crazy. And there was a hint of pride, there. He and Bob might work well together. This could be fun.
"I recently began to tutor Shiloh, Bea's twin. We were scheduled for a session yesterday when she called me in tears to tell me about her sister, and I went over to offer my assistance to her and her aunt Carole." He slid his ID across the desk to Townsend. "I'm an analyst with the CIA, so I thought I could help them with talking to the police, but this really isn't my area of specialty."
Look uncomfortable, Peter. His voice lowered, his posture grew a bit fidgety. It wasn't all that hard, considering he really, really didn't want Bob hearing this. Or at least, not this way. "I suppose it also struck a nerve with me - a former lover - my daughter's mother was recently kidnapped as well. So this happening within a month of her returning... well. Call me paranoid if you want, but I'm trained to see connections..." He let his voice trail off into all-too-real worry.
The best lies were told with the truth, after all. He was glad he and Shiloh had thought to set up the tutoring already.