“Do you happen to have any contact information for Bonnie?”
“No. We never saw or talked to each other outside of work hours.”
“Do you remember anything about Lois, Joyce, or Bonnie’s personal lives?”
Her jaw tightened. “Are these the types of questions you’re asking the other women about me?”
“I’m seeking to get a sense of the big picture.” She sidestepped answering Tracy’s question directly. “Any and all information could be helpful.”
The skin between Tracy’s eyes creased. “Are you trying to pin the fact that you were switched at birth on one of us?”
“Like she said. She’s just trying to get a sense of the big picture.” Sebastian’s tone was polite but firm.
“Joyce was always running short on money,” Tracy said. “She had three kids and a husband who was a big spender. I wouldn’t be at all surprised if she was taking medicine from the hospital and selling it to pay bills. I don’t remember anything about Lois’s or Bonnie’s personal lives. I left Magnolia Avenue as soon as I was offered a job working as an administrator for a plastic surgery practice.”
“Which practice is that?” Sebastian asked.
“I’d rather not say.” She frowned at Leah. “I’mhere to helpyou. I don’t want anyone calling my boss and making trouble for me.”
“No one will call your boss,” Leah said.
“I hated nursing, but that doesn’t mean I wasn’t good at it. I worked hard, and I did my job. I was certainly sharper mentally than Joyce, who had the attention span of a gnat, and Lois, who was retirement-age.” Tracy rose to stand. “If one of the nurses made a mistake with you, it wasn’t me.” She turned and walked away.
Leah watched her cross the street toward the row of shops and restaurants on the other side.
“Sweet lady,” Sebastian commented.
“Not the most trustworthy of individuals. She struck me as ... shifty.”
“Same.”
“I can believe that Tracy’s capable of switching two babies, but I can’t imagine why she would have been motivated to do so. I think I might try to root around in her past a bit more to see if I can uncover anything. If I can’t, I might be at a dead end. I’ve already exhausted every information source I can think of concerning my parents and the Brooksides. I’ve spoken with Joyce and now Tracy. I can’t find Bonnie.” Facing him, she took in the striking ratios of his face. “Do you have any ideas?”
“What about checking county court records? You could do that while you’re here in Atlanta, since this is where everyone lived at the time of your birth.”
“Court records?”
“For civil cases. Criminal cases.” He lifted a muscular shoulder. “Because of my job and the amount I pay in malpractice insurance every month, my mind naturally goes there. You could check to see if your parents, the Brooksides, or the nurses had charges filed against them.”
She was as far removed from the world of arrests and lawsuits as the sun from dwarf-planet Pluto. The prospect of court records hadn’t crossed her mind. Yet, if one of the parents or nurses was sued or arrested, that could provide all kinds of valuable insights. “Where can I access court records?”
“The Fulton County Courthouse, I think.” Sebastian jutted his chin toward the far side of the park. “Shall we?”
“We shall.”
Before they’d left his apartment, they’d finalized their plans for the day. Meet with Tracy. Relax at the park. Eat Halloween dinner out. Tomorrow, they’d revisit the church the Brooksides attended so that Leah could hopefully get another glimpse of them.
He wedged the blanket he’d brought from home under his arm. They walked from the more crowded area of the park toward the quieter, less manicured section.
She checked her phone in case Dylan had called or texted her. He hadn’t.
“How’s your brother?” Sebastian asked, correctly guessing the reason she’d peeked at her phone.
“Hopefully not injecting amphetamines as we speak.”
He shot her a grin, and attraction jolted through her.
“I’m pleased to report,” she said, “that I received some good news about him yesterday. The dean of the fine arts program at Georgia Southern emailed me to say he was impressed by the drawings Dylan submitted with his application. Should Dylan be admitted there, the dean said he hopes he’ll consider choosing them and listed half a dozen scholarships he should apply for.”
