Brody opened the door and stepped into the room. Tall and lanky, his hair always looked like it was badly in need of a cut. His baggy T-shirt had the picture of a power button on it.
He pushed up his glasses, looking around at everyone in surprise.
“Brody, you know all the guys.”
His tech guy nodded nervously. He was always nervous around other people.
“And this is Sunny. She’s Duke’s.”
Sunny waved at Brody, smiling. His cheeks warmed. Ink waited for him to talk, but he just stood there. Finally, he sighed. “Brody? Did you find her?”
“What? Oh yeah.” Brody tore his gaze from Sunny to Ink. He handed him the tablet he was carrying.
Ink looked down at the stats. Elizabeth Victoria McClain. Twenty-nine years old. Born to Roger and Catherine McClain. There were some stats on the parents. Nothing much of interest. Catherine died when Betsy was twenty from breast cancer. Was Betsy keeping an eye on her health? Breast cancer ran in families.
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sp; He pushed that thought aside. Not his problem. The father was…
“He’s living in Bozeman?”
“What? Oh, you mean the dad?” Brody nodded, his hair flipping forward onto his forehead. “Separated from the mother. I took a quick look at him. He’s a forensic accountant. Quite well-off. Got himself a whole new family. New wife. Kids.”
“Wonder if he ever divorced Betsy’s mom,” Ink mused.
“I can find out.”
Ink waved his hand. “Not important right now. And if Betsy is to be believed, she never knew what happened to her dad. He walked out one day without saying goodbye. She was only four. Sounds like her mother went into a depression and left Betsy to fend for herself.”
“Asshole,” Razor said. “That’s got to leave scars.”
He nodded absentmindedly. “What happened after her mother died? How did she come to live here?”
“That’s where things get real interesting. It seems that she just disappeared. She doesn’t appear to have ever had a job. She left school and nursed her mom. She had a license back in Georgia but it’s never been renewed. She doesn’t have a bank account. Hell, I couldn’t even find a library account for her.”
Ink grunted. “So how the fuck do we find her?”
“You got her phone number?” Brody asked.
“Yeah. You want me to call her? I don’t think she’s gonna give us anything, even if she answers.”
“Nah, I’ll use it to try to track her,” Brody told him.
“Here,” Ink said, handing over his phone. “This is her number. Don’t read the messages.”
“Got it, boss.” Brody backed out of the room, his gaze already on Ink’s phone.
“Want me to look into the dad?” Jason asked, speaking up for the first time. “In case he has something to do with this?”
Ink nodded. “Can’t hurt.”
“I still think that the fact she warned you means that she didn’t want to do this,” Sunny said stubbornly.
He loved the fact that she tried to see the good in people, but he had his doubts.
As they waited for Brody to find her, they tossed around theories about who could be setting Ink up. Brody burst back into the room without knocking. He looked worried.
“Can’t pinpoint her location.”