‘Should I ring him?’
‘Up to you, maybe let him get home and check if she’s there first.’
Ben was nodding. ‘Good plan. So, what are we thinking about this mystery brother?’
‘Well, I think there is a good chance he’s involved, but I can’t rule out that he could be the next victim. Either way we need to find him ASAP.’
‘I agree he looks good for it, but we have zero evidence to suggest that it might be him, or do you have something? Please tell me you do so we can bring him in and put this to bed once and for all.’
‘Sorry, all I have is that he was possibly in some kind of drowning accident as a baby. The girl we spoke to earlier overheard Lauren last year at a BBQ having a conversation with who she thinks was her sister.’
All the excitement drained from Ben’s face. ‘Is that it, not exactly concrete proof of him existing. I mean that’s just hearsay.’
Morgan’s shoulders slumped and she felt deflated. ‘It’s better than nothing and it’s a good angle to begin looking at.’
‘Oh, it is. You’re right, sorry I’m just thinking logically.’
‘But a secret brother would make sense, especially if he’s the psychotic contingency.’
‘I don’t know, I mean, I want to. I really do, it does make perfect sense.’
‘But?’
‘How are you going to trace him?’
‘Angela would have been working as a social worker around that time, and I thought she might be able to help or point me in the right direction.’
‘Okay, so we’re forgetting about Scotty?’ Ben looked hopeful.
‘If he wasn’t in a drowning accident as a young kid and doesn’t have three sisters.’
Ben spat the mouthful of lukewarm coffee all down the front of his shirt. ‘You’re going to give me a heart attack. You’re saying he could be Lauren’s half-brother?’
‘I’m trying not to; can I just quiz him about his family?’
‘Morgan, if I say no, you’re only going to do it anyway, be discreet about it.’
She sat down opposite him. ‘Or I can do a bit of digging on his Facebook page.’
‘You can dig away. Aren’t you due a break? What you do on that is of no concern of mine as long as you’re discreet about it.’
She grinned at him. ‘I seriously think I’m wrong, but I’d rather be sure than let it go and someone else gets killed.’
‘Trust me, if you’re right, I’m never getting over it; I’ve said it too many times he hasn’t got the umph to do it.’
‘I hope you’re right and if you’re wrong, Ben, then we’re going to have to make it official and ask HR to release his information to us so we can check his blood type and see if his DNA is a match.’
Ben groaned a little too loudly.
She ignored him and leaned back in the chair opening the Facebook app on her phone, and after ten minutes she put it away. ‘I think you’re right, he doesn’t mention any family except his wife and kids. I’ve been right through his friends list and none of the Williams sisters are on it.’
‘Are you friends with his wife?’
‘Not really, I mean I know her. I’ve met her a few times. Should I be?’
‘I’m not saying that, just curious.’
‘Ben, I hate Facebook. I rarely go on it except for work purposes. Why would I be friends with Scotty’s wife? I only know her to say hi to and talk about the weather.’
