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Dillon raised his eyebrow. “Touché.”
“You and I find answers in the give and take of psychology. We figure it out based on what we know about people and human nature. Sean and Jack? They see facts, they act. Sean is just…more modern and refined than your brother.”
“But he’s right about this—none of this is getting us closer to finding Lucy.”
“It is. We’re close.”
Sean stood in the cold, the air thick but the snowfall light. It would get worse. He called Duke, who answered on the first ring.
“Any news?”
“We don’t know where Lucy is,” Sean said.
“I’m doing everything I can—”
“Any way I can, legal or otherwise, I need to find out about Miller’s ex-wife. She was Rosemarie Nylander, then—”
“I have her stats here. We haven’t been able to find her under her maiden or married name.”
“She very likely changed her name.”
“I’m sure you know this, but—” He stopped. “The FBI isn’t going to appreciate our involvement.”
“Who cares? Hans Vigo thinks if we can find and talk to Nylander we’ll find out where this freak is. I need your help.”
“I won’t be able to get you out of this if you get caught with information that you shouldn’t legally have.”
“I never asked you to.”
“What state?”
“Virginia, where Nylander was born and went to college, or Delaware, where they lived during their marriage.”
“I’ll call back in ten minutes.”
Sean hung up. Duke knew what Sean needed—the technical specs on the court computers. Once he knew what kind of security and systems the courts employed, Sean could hack in faster and pull out the information he needed: Rosemarie Nylander Miller’s new legal name.
He hacked security for a living, but only because people paid him to test their systems. He hadn’t illegally hacked since college, and he didn’t like the idea. He didn’t want to go to jail, but jail time wasn’t the greatest risk. He’d have his P.I. license revoked, wouldn’t be allowed near computers, and RCK East would be disbanded.
But Lucy would be alive and safe, and that was all that mattered.
At this point, he was in limbo. They knew exactly who had kidnapped her, and why; Miller had figured out WCF had set him up. Yet with all the talk, all the research, and all the investigation, they still didn’t know where Lucy was. His head told him that investigations took time, and after fourteen hours during the night, when business and government were shut down, they already knew a lot. But a lot wasn’t good enough, and his heart told him Lucy was in immediate danger.
Dillon stepped outside. “It’s twenty-three degrees,” he said.
“So what?”
“Noah called. They got the administrative warrant for Miller’s financials. He pays his Wilmington mortgage with a check that lists a P.O. box in Wilmington. The mortgage company believes it’s his primary residence.”
“That doesn’t help us.”
“Noah is now talking to the bank. Somewhere in the files is an address that leads back to him. Or a check he wrote that we can trace.”
“The address he uses will be the Wilmington house,” Sean said. “That’s what I would do—it’s his house, but he doesn’t live there. It’s a front.”
“Then what? We’re covering every base we have.” Dillon’s voice cracked and he averted his gaze.
Sean realized then that his anger and pessimism wasn’t helping. “More information is coming,” he told Dillon.
