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She compiled the notes, the data, the images, shuffling them together for the morning briefing. She rose just as Roarke stepped into her office.
“I’ve got to get in, start setting this up.”
“Before you do. Gina MacMillon.” He offered her a disc. “You may want to familiarize yourself on the way in. I’ve copied the files to your office comp.”
“Thanks. Interesting?”
“Very,” he said as she pocketed the disc. “She was married to a William MacMillon, and while he was listed as the father on the birth record—that record wasn’t recorded until the child was more than six months old.”
“That is interesting.”
“Also interesting. William MacMillon had filed for divorce, ultimately citing desertion. He filed eight months before the birth of the child, and the claim on the old documents states she’d abandoned him and the family home six months previously.”
“Fourteen months? If he was telling the truth, it’s either the longest gestation on record, or the kid wasn’t his. I’m going with the second option.”
“Better. I dug up a deposition where MacMillon states his wife had become involved with a religious cult, specifically names Menzini as an influence.”
Eve’s eyes sharpened as she turned to her board. “The wife takes off with Menzini’s group, gets knocked up. Somewhere in there has a change of heart—or re-engages her brain. Goes back to the husband—with a kid. He forgives her, takes responsibility for the kid.”
She paused a moment. “I’ve got some problems with that unless MacMillon is registered as a saint, but the time line reads like that.”
“It does. Love, if love it was, makes saints or sinners out of men.”
“I think mostly people are just born that way. So, the bio father maybe comes for the kid, and Karleen MacMillon’s now listed as an abductee.”
“And both Gina and William listed as dead, killed during the home invasion where the child was taken.”
“And eventually Gina’s half-sister finds the kid, takes her as her own—changing the name. Protect the kid.”
“It reads that way.”
“I’d like some verification instead of speculation, but I can push on it. Maybe there’s family or somebody in the know still alive. I’ll put some work into finding out.”
“I have one more,” Roarke told her. “I had a quick word with Crystal Kelly.”
“Who?”
“CEO of New Harbor, Callaway’s client.”
“Is it business hours?”
“Close enough for those of us trying to wrangle world domination. She’d heard about the incident here, of course, and knew Cattery. She was cooperative, and sounded sincerely fond of Cattery. She was, as he stated, at dinner with Vann when Callaway contacted him to tell him Cattery was dead.”
“Right on the spot. Handy.”
“It was, yes. She says Vann was stunned. Both of them were stunned and upset. They considered postponing the presentation, but then agreed to get it done and over. Joe, as she said, had worked hard on it.”
“And Callaway.”
“She claimed she didn’t know him as well as Vann, Cattery or Weaver. Hadn’t really connected with him, and considered him a more behind-the-scenes type. She didn’t really have any specific impression of him, which made one on me.”
“Yeah, he’s invisible to her—and that would grate.”
“More, Vann specifically—before he knew of the death—credited Cattery with two key points in the campaign, and Weaver for her flexibility. She doesn’t recall him mentioning Callaway except as part of the team.”
“Still doing what he’s told, and no more—sounds like. And pissed off that someone like Cattery, the family man, the soccer coach, the nice guy is passing him by.”
“It’s not much more than you had.”
