Chapter 8
Jake stared after the lawyer, his instincts screaming a message he didn’t quite understand. Or maybe he didn’t want to understand. Because what he was feeling just wasn’t possible, was it?
Behind him he heard Bryn saying, “Somebody check this name and address. See if she’s local. If she’s not—” She didn’t have to spell it out for them. If her ID was bogus, she was a link to Phagan, however tenuous. “Check this card she gave me. You should be able to get her thumb and index. Also, check here where she touched the doorknob, the table and the chair she pulled out and sat in. Get me a good set of latent prints and I’ll buy you a round at the local bar. Get me a real name to go with them and I’ll have your child.”
Jake heard their chuckles but from far away as his brain played with
