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He stared at the photo and then his gaze slipped to the frame around it.
Why not check the obvious?he thought. In fact, he shouldhave done it before. He picked up the photo, turned it around, and flicked off the little metal tags that held the back of the frame on. He took out the cardboard backing and then the photo itself.
“Damn,” he muttered.
There was a name and an address written there.
“Stanley Nottingham,” he read off.
Underneath the name was an address in New York City.
Decker slipped the photo into his jacket.
Who was Stanley Nottingham in New York City, and why would Costa have this information written down on the back of the Little League photo?
He thumbed a text to Todd Milligan asking the FBI agent to look into this for him as well. If Decker had to travel to New York to talk to Nottingham, he would. The man might be able to explainwhy Bradley Costa had come to Baronville. And that information might lead to something else.
And then the case might finally start to make sense.
Criminal investigations usually involved minutiae piled on top of minutiae, until something clicked with something else, or, sometimes, contradicted something else. Either way, it could lead you in the right direction.
And Decker desperately needed something to go right.
He left the apartment, got back into his truck, and set off for his next stop.
Betsy O’Connor, Toby Babbot’s last known roommate.
