Page 54 of Isabelle’s Forbidden Love

“He was looking for somebody in San Francisco two years ago, but couldn’t go through official channels, so he hired Scanguards.”

“Does that mean he knows about vampires?”

“No. He has no idea. It was an easy case for us, and there was no need to reveal who we are. But he was very grateful that we helped him. And he said if we ever needed any help and couldn’t go through the official channels, he’d help us out. So I called in the favor.”

“Okay, then call him after sunrise.” Orlando pointed to the monitor. “Can you print all this? Maybe it’ll give me an idea where else to look.”

“Yep.”

A moment later, a printer whirred behind him, and he turned to pick up the two sheets of paper it spit out.

“Anything else I should look up while I’m in Scanguards’ system?” Isabelle asked with a look over her shoulder.

“You said you helped this Mountie find somebody.”

“Yes, why?”

“Can you use Scanguards’ systems to find somebody for me?”

Something lit up in her eyes, indicating that she was following his train of thought. “Ines, the housekeeper? You said you found her immigration attorney.”

“Yes, but he’s retired now. I left a message, but I don’t know if and when he’s going to speak to Ines.”

“Do you know which state he was licensed in?”

“He had an office in California, and another one in Arizona.”

“Good, that narrows it down.”

“What are you gonna do?” Orlando asked, curious.

“I’ll check the DMV. If she used an immigration lawyer who practices in California, it’s very likely that she settled here in California.”

“Good point.”

“What’s her last name?”

“It was Girard. But she was single back then. She might have gotten married since then.”

“Well, let’s see.”

Isabelle opened another application. The home page of the California DMV appeared, and she logged in.

“How come you have a login for the DMV? I thought you’d have to hack into it.”

“Not anymore. Thomas and Eddie used to do that all the time. But since the former mayor of San Francisco is now the governor, he gave us direct access.”

“He knows what we are?”

She nodded. “He’s a vampire hybrid himself.”

“That’s useful.”

Isabelle typed in the name Ines Girard and hit enter. Zero search results, it blinked on the monitor.

“Well, that was to be expected,” she said, before widening her search. “Let’s see how many women called Ines have driver’s licenses in California.”

“Can’t be that many,” he mused. “It’s not a very popular name in the US.”