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“Hang on...” Andi said, clutching a piece of paper in her hand from theTbox. “There was a house owned by Jorge Timal back in the fifties.”
“He must have been the grandfather or uncle or something of the sort.” Having found nothing, he started packing theGbox back up. “Where is it?”
“Hang on,” she said, flipping through the rest of the papers inthe file she’d pulled it from. “It’s been sold three times in the last thirty years.”
“Is the last owner Teresa or Cyrus by any chance?”Please, Lord. Don’t let this be another dead end.
Andi shook her head, clutching the file. “The current owner is Maria Nelson.” Her shoulders dropped as his heart did.
Another dead end. The clock was ticking, and they were going to run out of time if they didn’t figure it out fast. But where to look next? Were they even on the right path? Had they taken a diversion that led nowhere?
She set the file down and braced her weight by planting her palms on the floor behind her. She blew a stray hair off her face while he dusted off his hands.
Please, Father, show us the way.
Moments passed in silence. Then Andi looked up with a tilt of her head.
“What is it?”
She reached for the folder and riffled through the papers. “That name ... Why is it familiar?”
He furrowed his brow. “What name?”
“Nelson,” she said, pulling out the paper in question. “I’ve heard that before when we were discussing the case.” She clutched the paper, dust smeared across her cheek, and sneezed.
“God bless you.”
“Thanks.” She looked up at him, fire alight in her eyes. “Do you remember us talking about it?”
He racked his brain, feeling it simmering somewhere in the back of his mind. He ran the case through his mind. All the craziness of it. All the people they talked to. Everything they knew about Teresa ... “That’s it!” He scrambled over to her.
“You remember?”
“Teresa was arrested three times between age eighteen and nineteen.”
“That’s it. The first guy she got busted with was something Nelson.”
“Tomas,” he said.
“Right.” She beamed.
“But we saw Maria somewhere too ...” Where was it? He closed his eyes and tried to picture where he’d seen it spelled out. “Hang on. I’m calling Greyson.”
“Okay.”
“Hey, Grey.”
“Christian, did you find something?”
“Yeah. I think so, but I’m not positive. I need you to do me a favor. Look for Teresa’s mug shot. From her first arrest. Let me know when you’ve got it.” He tapped his foot, his gaze holding Andi’s. Anticipation and worry swirled inside.Please, let me be on to something.
“Okay. I’ve got it in front of me,” Greyson said.
“Does it have her middle name on it?”
“No.”
“Check the other two. I think one did.”Please, Lord, let me be right.
