The YouTube channel filled the screen.
Vanished in the Valley.
And there she was.
Lila Grant
Dawson watched for a moment before shrugging.
“She’s everywhere right now. True-crime junkies love her.”
Deck didn’t answer.
Dawson studied him.
“She’s got over a million followers,” Dawson said. “Every time she picks a case, half the internet starts actin’ like she’s judge, jury, and executioner.”
“You didn’t drive four hours because you’re suddenly into true-crime shows.”
“No,” Deck said.
His voice had gone quiet.
“That woman’s got a particular interest in someone I consider mine.”
Dawson leaned forward.
“Who?”
Deck tapped the screen once.
“Eleanor Harper.”
Dawson blinked.
“Your Eleanor Harper?”
“Aye.”
“Defense attorney from the Charleston disappearance case? The one where Lila’s cousin vanished?”
Deck’s jaw shifted.
“That’s the one. Girl went missin’, case blew up, and when it finally hit court, Eleanor was the one standin’ beside the man Lila’s whole family wanted in chains.”
Dawson sat back slowly.
“Well now,” he said. “That’s interesting.”
Deck didn’t like the tone of that.
“Why?”
Dawson turned back to his keyboard and started typing.
“Because this name didn’t ring a bell until you said that.”
He pulled up a file.
