His brother shook his head. “No. The owner does something in the oil business. He worked up at the refinery in Anacortes, but I hear he got transferred to Texas, and couldn’t sell the house as quick as he needed to. Real estate is slow right now.”
Real estate was slow right now everywhere.
“So he and his wife are renting the place out for now. It can’t be cheap, that’s a big house.”
“You actually know it,” Conall said slowly.
Duncan’s eyes, razor sharp, met his. “I’ve driven or walked every street in my city.”
“You didn’t herniate a disk driving that one?”
Duncan grinned. “A few potholes? Are you such a city boy now you can’t deal with ’em?”
“These damn things have to be a foot deep. I’d kick in some bucks to the cause of filling them, except I don’t want Lia to have to go knocking on her neighbors’ doors right now.”
“Lia?” His brother frowned. “Lia Woods? That’s who you’re staying with?”
“That’s her.”
“Foster kids?”
“Unfortunately.”
“Huh.” Duncan became pensive.
“What? You know her?” He set down his cup hard enough to splash. “You had a thing with her?”
That earned him a startled look. “God, no. I’ve never met the woman. At least, I don’t think I have. No, I heard something.” He hesitated. “Probably nothing I should repeat.”
Conall snorted. “Hell, no, you’re not doing that. You think I can’t be close-mouthed?”
“I don’t want you, as a federal agent, to feel like you have to do something about it.”
About…what? He sifted through the possibilities. Lia wouldn’t still be licensed if this had anything to do with the children in her care. Say, an accident, or alleged abuse, or…
“She’s got more kids than we were told she had.”
Duncan’s gaze, steady, met his. “Hispanic?”
“Yeah.” Conall laughed. “Oh, man. They’re illegals.”
“I, uh, heard a rumor and made the decision not to check it out. Most of the time we don’t get involved in immigration issues. I don’t want anyone to be afraid to talk to us because they think we’ll get them deported.”
Conall nodded. Maybe that was why Arturo hadn’t spoken at all at the dinner table. If he was Spanish-speaking, he probably hadn’t understood a word anyone said.
“I assume the county or whoever licenses her doesn’t know this.”
“I assume not. And that’s if it’s true. It may not be.”
“Oh, I’d bet it is. Phillips didn’t know anything about the two littlest kids she has, except that she told him they were real temporary. He figured it was a receiving home thing.” Conall laughed again. “No wonder she hasn’t been as warm and welcoming as she could be.”
“She can’t be thrilled with the arrangement anyway. She’s got two men moving in with her. Must be awkward as hell. You’re extra work, could be a bad influence on the kids. Worse yet, what if the bad guys next door learn you’re there? Your presence could put those kids in danger.”
Conall couldn’t argue. In fact, offhand he couldn’t think of an upside for Lia. When he thought about it, he guessed maybe she’d been decent to the two strange men she’d been saddled with.
Should he try to reassure her that they weren’t interested in immigration issues, either? Was there any way to do that without letting her know that she was on the local law enforcement radar? Without scaring the crap out of her?
No. There wasn’t.
He’d keep his mouth shut, he decided.
“Let me know if there’s anything I can do to help,” Duncan said. “We could maybe find a reason to knock on their door without making them suspicious.”
“Not yet. Sooner or later they’ll show themselves. If we can get some photos, identify faces, then we’ll know what we’re dealing with.”
“Okay,” Duncan said.
Conall recognized a signal and slid off the stool. “I’d better get back.”
“Jane will want to have you to dinner.”