“Yes. I was about to check the size of the parcel and to see if she owned any other property around the state.”
He frowned. “Why?”
“This is why you need us,” I interjected. “We don’t think like you do.”
He ran a hand through his hair. “Just tell me.”
“How does a woman who works as a home health aide own”—Claire paused to scroll down the screen—“five hundred and ten acres of Alaskan forest?”
“What?” Ozzie nudged her hands away from the keyboard so he could look at the record. “Is that all the property you found?”
“I haven’t dug that deeply yet.”
He stepped back and gestured to the laptop. “Dig.”
“Oh, now you want me to get involved?”
“Woman…” Exasperation colored his voice, thicker than before, and he rubbed his hands over his face.
She laughed. “You make it too easy.” Her hands returned to the keyboard.
“It’s been a long day. I spent most of it up in a plane, surveying the area. The forest is too dense to see much. We’re probably going to need to go in on foot.”
“If he hasn’t already spooked and left,” Ellis said.
“Yeah.” Ozzie snorted softly in agreement.
“So, it looks like Ms. Cole has a house in Anchorage… hmm…” The laptop screen moved as Claire scrolled.
“What?” Luke leaned around me, trying to see.
“She also has property near Haines. And more south of Juneau.” She straightened, looking to the side at Ozzie. “They’re not small, either. Haines is fifty acres. South of Juneau, she owns three-hundred-thirty.”
“Is any of it developed?” Ozzie asked.
Claire reached for a pen and flipped over a sheet of paper.
“What are you writing?” I asked.
“The coordinates for the properties listed on the survey reports, so I can look them up on a map.” Once she had them all down, she opened the map app on her laptop and input the first set.
The map zoomed in on an uninhabited stretch of forest.
“Well, that one’s a no on the development front,” I said.
“Yeah.” Claire’s hands moved over the keyboard again. “Let’s look at the next one.” In seconds, a new section of the state appeared. It, too, was forested, but there was a small building visible.
“Hunting cabin?” Ozzie leaned in for a closer look.
“Possibly,” Claire said.
“That’s the one south of Juneau, right?”
She nodded.
He picked up her pen and circled the numbers on the paper, then closed the laptop with one finger. “And now we’re done googling things about Moira Duluth’s case.”
Claire sputtered, but he laid a finger over her lips. “I have other news.” His gaze shifted to his brother, then Luke and me.
