“Where’s your laptop?” I got up, turning to look at the dining and living areas.
“It’s in my bag.” She pointed to a chair at the dining table and the large black tote sitting on the seat.
I walked over and fished it out, then handed it to her. She opened it and typed in her password, then got on the internet.
Her hands hesitated over the keyboard. “What do I search for?”
“Maybe just her name?” I suggested. “And put the town in, so we don’t get a Sarah Cole from, like, Iowa.”
“Hopefully, that’ll be enough.” Claire typed the information into the search bar.
A list of sites populated. She clicked on the top one. It was a LinkedIn profile.
“I think this is her.” Claire leaned closer to the screen, reading. “She’s still a home caregiver, but in Anchorage.”
“How much property does she own at those coordinates you got from Toren?” Ellis laid a prepped filet on a plate and reached for another fish. “Is it a small plot of land, or many acres?”
A small frown creased my forehead as I wondered why he would ask such a thing. The thought barely crossed my mind when it dawned on me: home caregivers didn’t make a lot of money. Why would she own a large chunk of land on that sort of salary?
“Good question.” Claire changed tabs and entered a records database. I could tell from her tone she’d had the same thought.
Pebbles, who’d retreated to the rug in the living room, barked, getting up. Betty, not one to be left behind, joined her. A moment later, the two of them took off toward the front door just as the lock turned and it opened.
“Get back, you little heathens.” Ozzie fought his way inside, smiling at the dogs circling his feet. Once he made it in and shut the door, he tossed his keys on the entry table and looked up.
A wariness hovered in his dark eyes. “Hi.”
Smiling, I waved.
He held my gaze but didn’t return my smile before he glanced past me at Claire. “Do I even want to know why everyone’s here?”
“I just brought food.” Ellis waved his knife, even though Ozzie couldn’t see him from where he stood.
But his brother’s words prompted him to walk closer. “Fish?” he asked once he could see everyone.
“Yep.” Ellis smiled. “We got back early, and I figured you’d like some fresh-caught cod that neither you nor Claire had to cook.”
“Works for me.” Ozzie walked up behind Claire to give her a quick kiss. “What are you looking at?” He nodded to her laptop.
“Sarah Cole.”
His eyebrows drew down. “Why are you still looking into my case?” His gaze swung to me. “Is that why you’re here, Mina? I told you all to mind your own business.”
Claire held up a hand. “I asked them to come over. I found something with those coordinates you gave me, and I had to tell someone before it ate me alive. Maybe next time, you should consider answering my calls.”
“I was out of cell range for a good part of the day,” he grumbled.
She grinned and patted his face. “Sure you were.”
“I was,” he protested.
With a chuckle, she pointed at her computer screen. “Do you want to know why I’m looking up Sarah Cole?”
He blew out a breath and leaned against the back of her chair. “Sure. Why are you digging into my case again?”
Claire shot him a quick, murderous look. “When I looked up those coordinates earlier, I found out that the property belongs to Sarah Cole.”
Ozzie straightened, the slightly annoyed look vanishing from his face. “What? You’re sure?”
