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Sullivan dipped a chunk of bread in the olive oil and bit into it. “Meaning?”
“No family photos? No online presence? Came from Oregon all the way here? Father dead? Mother had some money, and didn’t work? They kept to themselves?”
“Wait a minute, are you thinking, what, WITSEC?” asked Sullivan.
“Aren’t you?”
“Maybe I am. I’ll have his prints run through the national databases and see what pops.”
“I’m surprised the local cops hadn’t already done that.”
“I guess, to them, he’s Daryl Oxblood, end of story.”
“I guess,” replied Gibson.
“So do we have a whole bunch of ex-WITSECs on the run causing mayhem or getting killed?”
“At least maybe the children of Harry Langhorne,” she replied.
“Well, Oxblood wasn’t Francine, obviously. And he does not fit the description for Doug Langhorne, who Beckett said was around six two. I saw the file on Oxblood. He was only five eight. No disguise can subtract six inches.”
“Right,” agreed Gibson.
“What do you think of this gal Julia Frazier?”
“Wrong place, wrong time probably. Didn’t figure walking into a murder and didn’t want to hang around to get more involved in it,” answered Gibson.Liar, liar, pants on fire.
“I suppose you’re right.”
They finished their dinners and left the restaurant to get some fresh air on the broad front porch.
“Nice of you to let me in on the investigation. I know it’s not the norm.”
“Iamgetting some heat for it,” admitted Sullivan.
“Don’t cause yourself career trouble, Will. You can cut me loose any time.”
“I thought you wanted to be in the loop.”
“Oh, I’ll still be working it, with or without you,” she said, grinning.
He smiled, albeit reservedly. “For now, we’ll just let things play out.”
“Sounds good.”
“I’m going for a quick smoke out back.”
“And I’m going to bed. Good night.”
“Good night.”
They parted company and she took the stairs up to her room. She checked her watch and called her dad. She could tell by the background noise that he was watching basketball.
“How are the kids?”
“Sound asleep. Ate all their dinner. Never made any trouble. Just little bundles of joy. I don’t want to hear you complaining ever again about how hard it is, Mick.”
“Meaning Mom took care of them and you were somewhere else the whole time?”
