Chapter Seventeen
Atticus glanced at his phone when itbuzzed.It was a text from Becs.
???I’ll get back to you.Meredith and Decker went nuts when they saw the photo.
He read the message out loud to Archer.
“Wonder why?”
“Maybe he knows we got it from the trailer.”That was the only logical conclusion Atticus could come up with.If Cicily Rose was their daughter, there would be no reason to get upset about it.Unless, for some reason, no one was supposed to know about her.
“Yeah, maybe.We need to do some background on her,” Archer suggested.“See if we can find out where she is.”
“I asked Becs to do that, but it sounds like she’s busy.”
“What about Charlie?”
“She took on looking into Allison.She texted about an hour ago, said she was following a lead on her location.”
“That sounds promising.”
Atticus had thought so, too.He wasn’t sure what information Allison could provide, but she was tied into this somehow.Considering they’d determined Calloway was blackmailing her, there was a good chance she wouldn’t tell them anything.
“At the very least, we’ll know where she’s at.Anything from Brantley or Reese yet?”
“Nope.”
“Well, it is Sunday.I’m not sure there’s a lot going on at the FBI office.”
Yeah, Atticus had thought of that already.They’d come up on a weekend expecting to nail down leads without much to go on.Besides what they’d found at Decker’s trailer, they weren’t getting very far.
“You hungry?”Archer asked.
“Yeah.Sure.What sounds good?”
“You like Mexican food?”
“It’s one of the main food groups, right?”
Archer chuckled.“I knew there was a reason I liked you.”
Doing his best to ignore the way those words made him feel, Atticus grinned.“You have a place in mind?”
“Actually, I do.”
A couple of minutes later, after Archer had entered the information into his phone’s navigation, they were following the instructions to a place Archer said would knock his socks off.Atticus wasn’t sure about all that, but he figured it beat fast food burgers and fries.
Nearly an hour later, they’d all but licked their plates clean and were getting ready to pay the bill when Charlie called.
“Hey,” Atticus greeted, putting his finger in his right ear to block out the noise.“Hold on just a sec.I can’t hear.”
“I’ll take care of this,” Archer said.“Meet you outside.”
Nodding, Atticus headed for the door.When he stepped outside, the din of conversation subsided, replaced by the beep of a horn, the gunning of an engine, and the occasional shout from nearby.Typical Sunday in downtown, he figured.
“What’s up?”he asked Charlie as he stepped away from the restaurant door.
“I found her,” she said, sounding excited.
