She cast an accusing look over her shoulder, clearly thinking Jericho was responsible for at least some of the noise that came through her office. Was she still flashing back to his own days in the school, or did she think he had the power to control Elijah and Nicolette and was just refusing to use it?
“Oh, here we go,” she finally said. “They came to us from Akron, Ohio. Jefferson Lake Elementary.”
“And do you know anything about their mother? Is she living with them?”
Mrs. Andarov shook her head. “Oh, no. We have instructions not to let her anywhere near the children. Mr. Wooderson has full custody. If she shows up, we’re supposed to call—well, we’re supposed to call you or your colleagues.”
“But she hasn’t been seen since they’ve been here?”
“No,” Mrs. Andarov said. She sounded a little sad, as if she’d have welcomed the excitement of an in-office battle.
“You have the custody papers, though? Copies of them? Would you be able to give me the address she was using when they were written?”
“What’s all this about, Jericho? Is there a problem with Mr. Wooderson?”
“No, not really. Just doing a bit of background checking. You know how it is—better to be prepared.”
She didn’t seem completely convinced, but she copied the information down anyway and passed the sheet of paper across her desk. Anne Wooderson had been living in Akron when she’d lost custody of her daughters. Hopefully she was still there, or somewhere near enough that Jericho could find her. He had a feeling she might have some interesting things to say about her ex-husband.
