The Truth About Comfort Cove - Page 59
She felt decadent. And naughty.
“But I can do the math and see that based on his rate of deposits and spending and saving over the past three years, he could very easily have amassed that amount of money simply from hard work and light spending.”
“So maybe he got out of the baby-stealing business too long ago for you to see any indication of it.”
“Then what did he do with the money?”
“Same thing he could still be doing with it if he didn’t get out of the business. He could be stashing it in an account we can’t see.”
“Why?”
Motive. Why would a man risk stealing children, selling them and then not use the money?
“For all we know, he does use it,” Lucy reminded him. “We see the Jack Colton he wants us to see. The Jack he shows the world. Who knows what he does with the time we can’t see? Maybe he has a house in Jamaica. Or a life in Montana! A wife and kids and life that he lives under an alias. If he has a secret bank account, he’d use that account to finance his other life. It’s not like it hasn’t happened before.”
She felt good. Better than she’d felt in a long time.
“Okay, we’ll keep that possibility open.”
His “we” made her warm.
“You said you had two developments.”
“I found something in Colton’s work log from the day that Claire Sanderson went missing. He logged in an unusual gas stop. The only time he ever did so, at least as far as the record shows. I’m going through boxes of old handwritten ledgers that probably should have been thrown out years ago except that the owner of the company has a huge basement and keeps everything.”
She sat up. “Are you sure? About the gas stop being one he never made before or after?”
“As sure as I can be. He didn’t log it again, I can tell you that much.”
“Have you questioned him about it? Or what about his old employer? I’m assuming he gave you the records or you wouldn’t have found anything.”
“He gave them to me. Said he’d do anything he could to help find the missing girl, but that he’d trust Jack Colton with his own kids. I found the discrepancy just before midnight so I haven’t called him yet.”
“What about Colton? Have you talked to him?”
“He’s meeting me at the station on Saturday. Ostensibly to go over what he remembers one more time.”
“He still thinks you’re just looking at him because of having found out about him from Cal’s book?”
“That’s all I’ve told him.”
“How’s it going on a warrant for his DNA?” They’d discussed Ramsey’s chances of getting the various warrants on their way to the airport Wednesday morning.
“No go. Not until I can find something besides theory to support my case.”
“Maybe the gas stop will do it.”
“I’ll get the sample somehow. Offer him a drink on Saturday. Something. Once I get his DNA, I can run it against the evidence we just recovered in the Sanderson case.”
“Have you heard back on the Sanderson evidence yet?”
“No.”
Investigative work required patience. Loads of it.
She’d been patient on Allie’s case for nine long years. Was that why she was having a hard time believing that they were closing in on Wakerby?
Under the cover of darkness, she told him about the couriered box of Wakerby’s belongings. Of Locken’s invitation to her to be present when they went through it.
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