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  “Anyway, Victoria also found out about you. Under a section titled ‘Other Children Born to Birth Parents’, there was a single listing: ‘Female, one-month of age, born at the University of Chicago Medical Center’. Same birth location as was listed for Victoria, as well as her age at the time of her birth.

  “This intrigued both Victoria and Sir Edward. Why hadn’t her parents adopted both children? They had wanted a family—this would have been the perfect solution. They found the answer further down in the papers.

  Once the Winestones learned of the second child—you—they immediately contacted the agency. Though the agency sympathized, they claimed the birth parents had explicitly stated under no circumstances were the children to be adopted together. And, based upon the letters exchanged between Sterling Joy and the Winestones, it also became quite clear the agency had been paid handsomely to honor the birth parent’s last wishes.”

  “That is strange,” Leah commented, before looking to me to gauge my reaction to this news. I wasn’t sure what my face showed, but I was astonished.

  “There was one final surprise waiting on the bottom of the security deposit box. Five documents were bound together, almost symbolically. They included Victoria’s current birth certificate, her original birth certificate, your original birth certificate, your current birth certificate and your parent’s address.” My address.

  “Oh, my gosh,” I gasped as I looked at Leah, flabbergasted, “that is totally insane. Do you think they contacted my parents—that my parents knew?”

  “We don’t know, AJ,” Abe replied quietly, “and with the players deceased, I’m not sure we’ll ever know. It was this information, however, that prompted Victoria to search for you. And, it was at the beginning of this search she learned of your parent’s tragic accident. That’s when she hired us.”

  Leah murmured absently, “Perhaps there’s another safety deposit box lurking around somewhere? One with more clues?”

  “We’d thought of that too. It’s certainly something we can pursue,” Elijah replied, “but first, there’s a bit more we need to tell you.”

  “Are you serious?” Leah squawked a bit too loudly, which made Nicoh moan like a moose.

  I couldn’t blame him, I wanted to moan like a moose myself—this conversation was becoming more and more like the one with Ramirez. Abe and Elijah both apologized, but I told them to continue, so Abe picked up where Elijah had left off.

  “When Victoria got back from London, she went to her parent’s house to check on things. On the answering machine, there was a message from someone at the dealership where her mother had purchased her Jaguar, apologizing for the mix-up and confirming she still wanted the original car. Victoria lost it.”

  “What rock had this guy been living under?” Leah snarked.

  “Victoria said she gave him an earful,” Abe replied. “The manager apologized profusely. He returned from a cruise vacation and wasn’t exactly sure how it happened, but in his absence, the assistant manager had delivered her mother’s custom-designed car to another client. Rather than disappoint that client, who had already fallen in love with the car, he immediately called Victoria’s mother to confess his oversight. As gracious as ever, she let the assistant manager off the hook and agreed to take the car until another could be ordered.”

  “So, the car she was driving when the accident occurred wasn’t the car she should have been driving?” I asked.

  “Nope,” Abe continued, “but that wasn’t the end of it.”

  “Of course not,” I retorted, perhaps a bit too sarcastically, “why would it be?”

  “What raised the red flags—and frankly, still raises the hair on the back our necks—was when Victoria asked to speak with the assistant manager.”

  “The manager had already fired him?” Leah asked.

  “He probably should have been fired, but no, it didn’t go down quite that way,” Abe replied. “He disappeared.”

  “Well, perhaps that’s not such a loss,” I countered.

  “No, probably not,” Abe agreed, “but when he went missing, so did all the other client’s paperwork.”

  “As if that weren’t a flaming red flag,” Leah mused. This situation just kept getting better and better.

  “So, is that something you’d still be willing to look into?” I asked, not even remotely familiar with the private investigator protocol, considering Victoria had originally hired them.

  “Absolutely,” Abe and Elijah said at the same time. Unless I was mistaken, they almost seemed relieved I had asked. Perhaps my affirmation meant they had passed some sort of imaginary test?

  “Well, I’m sure your brains are mush by now, we’ve covered so much stuff today.” Elijah smiled warmly. “Maybe now would be a good time to discuss where we go from here, if that’s what you’d like?”

  Though I was pretty sure he was asking me, Leah nearly swooned as she burst out, “We definitely like.” I rewarded her by smacking her arm, which drew chuckles from Abe and Elijah and a serious unhappy-face from Leah.

  “Yeah, I think so,” I replied as Leah feigned rubbing her injured limb, “but I’m not sure how we do this. Do we divide and conquer, or do you guys prefer to work solo?”

  “Heck, no, we’ll take any help we can get, plus, we’ve got Anna too, who has pretty much already made this case her mission in life,” Abe commented.

  “Wow,” was all I could muster. Victoria must have had as profound of an effect on Anna as she had on Abe and Elijah. In my opinion, they all seemed pretty loyal to the cause.

  “So, if you are cool with it, here’s what we thought some of the next steps—or action items as we call them—could be,” Elijah said.

  “Oooh, I like action items,” Leah cooed, but toned-down her oozing enthusiasm once she caught a glimpse of my I-will-smack-you-again look.

  “As I was saying,” Elijah stifled another laugh, obviously enjoying our banter, “if you wouldn’t be opposed to it, it would be helpful if you could find out some more information about the adoption, about your biological parents, their backgrounds, etc. We’ll have Anna send you the documents Victoria brought back from the London safety deposit box.”

  At my questioning look, he continued, “Victoria would have wanted you to have them. I know she would.” Elijah turned to his brother, who nodded in agreement.

  I nodded back. “I can definitely do that. Plus, as the adoptee, it would probably be easier for me to obtain the information, without raising a ruckus.”

  “Yeah, we’d prefer it if you limited the ruckus-raising. We wouldn’t want it to result in a brew-ha-ha, after all,” Abe teased. “Anyway, while you look into that, we’ll try to find out more about the dealership’s missing assistant manager and the client who took possession of Mrs. Winestone’s Jag.

  “In addition, we’ll be tracking down whatever information Victoria found that led her to believe your parent’s plane crash was not an accident,” Elijah said. I had almost forgotten about the cryptic voicemail Victoria had left Abe and Elijah. Her last voicemail.

  “She believed ‘bigger forces were at play’ that affected all of us,” I repeated from memory, my voice barely a whisper.

  Elijah nodded. “We’re not stopping until we determine what those forces might be. Whatever they are, they killed Victoria.”

  ###

  “Well, there’s good news and bad news.” Leah sighed as we walked to the parking lot several minutes later.

  “Bad news first, as always,” I told her, though I wasn’t sure I was prepared for any more.

  “The bad news is they didn’t pull up in a red Ferrari.” She pouted, confirming my previous suspicions about the dual Magnum, PI fantasy. Stupefied, I could only shake my head.

  “But, the good news is—it was black!” She squealed with delight.

  More proof that the more things change, the more they stay the same. With the month I’d had so far, I guess I should have taken comfort in that.

  Chapter Ten

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sp; He sat with his back to them. Arizona Diamondbacks baseball hat pulled low, eyes covered by dark aviator sunglasses.

  Their conversation barely amused him.

  Amateurs.

  What did intrigue him was the girl. She was a dead ringer for the other one. Perhaps she would be just as feisty.

  He could hardly wait to find out.

  Chapter Eleven

  After meeting with Abe and Elijah, all I wanted to do was take a nap. My brain hurt and I needed to put it into neutral for a while. Unfortunately, I had Charlie’s project to complete, preferably before he burst a gasket. I always carried photo equipment in the back of my Mini Cooper, so I dropped Leah off at her office and headed over to his condo in Tempe.

  I wasn’t sure if his intention for showcasing the condo in the local home decor magazine was to sell it or to show it off—it was always a bit of a toss-up with Charlie—but my guess was the latter. Either way, the deadline for the winter edition was fast approaching, which had him chomping at the bit.

  The editor offered to send one of her staff photographers over, but for as much of a braggart as Charlie was, he despised having people touch his stuff. After rebuking the idea of using one of the magazine’s photographers—huffily exclaiming he had one of his own—Charlie promptly texted me and demanded I contact the editor as soon as possible, or else.

  I did, but found myself apologizing to her for half an hour for Charlie’s rudeness before she agreed to send me the magazine’s specs. I continued to grovel and was granted three days to submit the photos, though I knew the deadline was at least twenty days out. Deciding not to press my luck, I thanked her profusely and hung up, feeling about as well-received as a piece of gum on the bottom of her Jimmy Choos.

  Thankfully, I was on the short of list of people he considered worthy of granting entry to his condo, though I was convinced his preference was to have me suit up like the forensics team on CSI. Fortunately, he settled for powder- and latex-free gloves and elasticized, non-static booties. Yeah, don’t even get me started. Of course, I was required to leave Nicoh with the doorman, who always had a few extra doggie treats handy.

  Sufficiently geared up, I was ready to go in. The condo had an open floor plan—reminiscent of the lofts you might see in Manhattan—and was designed in an ultra-modern industrial style—lots of steel and glass. Charlie furnished it with more steel and glass, using only black, gray and an occasional splash of white to accent the space. It was kind of cool, in a very sterile, antiseptic way. Case in point, his floor was definitely cleaner than any plate in my house.

  I was grateful Charlie couldn’t be present while I worked. His personal assistant, Arch, was there in his place to hawk-eye my every move. I actually preferred him to Charlie and found him fairly harmless, though I was pretty sure I spotted him snapping pictures of me with his iPhone. Whatever—I could deal with Arch.

  I took several shots on both levels of the condo—the natural lighting was awesome—and was able to capture what I needed within a couple of hours. I packed my gear and shouted goodbye to Arch, though I knew he was lurking somewhere nearby. I collected Nicoh from the doorman, who had been receiving the royal treatment in my absence. Still, he trotted happily to the Mini and jumped into the passenger seat.

  As we drove home, I suddenly realized how tired I was. Typically, Leah mused at my Energizer-bunny intensity, but the events of the day had drained me, both physically and emotionally. My mind hadn’t gotten the signal, there was so much to contemplate.

  I decided to wait for the package from Abe and Elijah’s assistant, Anna, to begin my part of the research. Instead, I called Ramirez to give him an update, though I knew he wasn’t anticipating one. He must have been expecting another call because he answered on the first ring, but seemed genuinely pleased to hear from me and listened quietly as I filled him in on the meeting with Abe and Elijah.

  Only when I finished did he speak, “How are you, AJ?”

  “I don’t know. I’ve got a lot to digest and yet, I just want to sleep. Unfortunately, my mind won’t let me.”

  “I’m sorry, perhaps I shouldn’t have pushed you?”

  “Hey, Victoria died trying to make contact with me. I owe it to her to figure this out, to finish it, whatever it is.”

  Ramirez was silent for a moment then quietly said, “I’m here for you, AJ, day or night.”

  “Thanks, Detective.”

  “Jonah, please call me Jonah.”

  “Thanks, Jonah. Have a good night.”

  “You’re welcome, AJ. Sleep well.”

  I appreciated the sentiment, but doubted rest would come any time soon. And yet, I was out as soon as my head hit the pillow.

  Chapter Twelve

  The documentation from the safety deposit box arrived promptly at 10 a.m. via Federal Express. Anna called less than a minute after I signed for the package to confirm it had arrived. I told her it had and thanked her for her promptness in sending it.

  “Have Abe and Elijah made it back to L.A.?” I asked.

  “Not yet, but I expect them this afternoon,” Anna replied.

  “Please, thank them again for me. I truly appreciate everything.”

  “Thank you, for agreeing to help. We all liked Victoria and hope that while getting you some much-needed answers, we’ll also get her the justice she deserves.”

  “I hope I can find something that will help. By the way, my friend Leah has also offered to assist if she can. I probably should have mentioned it yesterday, but she’s a reporter, so she has some resources and connections that might be useful.”

  Anna’s laugh tinkled into the phone, a pleasant, carefree sound. “We’re well aware of Ms. Campbell’s profession. And please, thank her for us. We may need to utilize some of those resources in the future.”

  Despite being busted, I decided to play it cool. “Uh, great. I’ll let her know,” I stammered, making Anna laugh again. Being cool under pressure was so underrated.

  “And AJ, I’m a resource, too, should you need one.”

  “Thanks, Anna, I appreciate it. I have a feeling I’m going to need all the help I can get.”

  “Just remember, we are always here for you, AJ.” I truly believed she meant it.

  We said our goodbyes and hung up. Even though I was left sitting with the FedEx envelope, thanks to Anna’s call, I didn’t feel so alone.

  I still wasn’t sure I was up for the task at hand, but with Charlie’s photos already e-mailed to the magazine, Nicoh snoring soundly on his doggie pillow in the living room and a full caramel sauce latte sitting in front of me, I’d run out of reasons to procrastinate. Unceremoniously, I opened the FedEx box from Anna.

  On the top of the stack, she had left a note indicating all documents from the safety deposit box were present and ordered by date. I wondered if they’d been like that or if Anna had arranged them for efficiency. Either way, I was appreciative. Just looking at the size of the stack was daunting enough, without having to organize it as well. It was official—Anna was my new second best friend.

  Following Anna’s letter was Joseph Winestone’s letter to Sir Edward. It matched what Elijah had mentioned the previous day. Winestone had come clean to his old friend about the adoption and the supporting documents contained within the safety deposit box.

  Four to five reams of adoption-related legalese comprised the bulk of the documentation. I waded through it, though I needed an interpreter—and a stronger beverage—to understand it all. I did make note of the pertinent stuff I found: the address and phone numbers of 1) the primary contact at the Sterling Joy Agency, Mrs. Mavis Baumgardner, 2) the Winestone’s lawyer, Mr. Jonathan Silverton and 3) the contact at the University of Chicago Medical Center, Cheryl Earley. After nearly thirty years, I wondered how current this information was going to be. My guess was not very.

  Next was a document titled “Non-identifying Information.” Interesting, considering while it didn’t provide names of the birth parents, etc., it certainly seemed to provide
a lot of other personal information. In fact, it was more information than most people probably knew about me. I read through it anyway, to see if anything stood out.

  Non-identifying Information

  Age: Father—35; Mother—34

  Race: Both—Caucasian

  Religion: Unknown

  Ethnic background: Unknown

  General description: Father—6 feet 2 inches, 210 pounds, black-brown hair, dark-blue eyes; Mother—5 feet 10 inches, 130 pounds, reddish-brown hair, blue-gray eyes

  Education: Both—Post-graduate; Father—PhD

  Occupation: Father—Scientist; Mother—Researcher

  Hobbies: Unknown

  Interests: Unknown

  Talents: Both—multilingual; specific languages unknown

  Relationship between birth parents (Married, Single, Separated, Divorced): Unknown

  Birth grandparents: Deceased/Unknown

  Current status/Reason given for adoption: Birth parents deceased

  Actual birth place and date of adoptee:

  University of Chicago Medical Center, Chicago, Illinois; June 19

  Age of adoptee at time of adoption: Two months

  Existence and age of other children born to birth parents: One; Girl—Two months

  Current status of other children: Unknown

  That was it for the non-identifying information. Next was a letter from Joseph Winestone to Mavis Baumgardner, requesting additional information about the parents’ deaths, as well as an updated status on the other baby girl.

  Mrs. Baumgardner must have initially elected not to respond in writing because the following pages were handwritten notes—perhaps by Mr. Winestone—detailing a conversation between Mrs. Baumgardner, Jonathan Silverton and the Winestones that addressed the previous letter.