“Where’s that?” Angie asked.
“San Diego,” Harper provided.
Angie nodded. “You have any other info on her? Anything you can give me helps.”
Jack shifted to reach his phone in his back pocket. He pulled it out. “I can give you her address and phone number.”
“That’s enough for me to start with. I’ll do a deep background on her, see what I can find out. She might have aliases, who knows. Give me a couple of hours.”
Jack frowned. “You only need a couple of hours?”
Angie shrugged. “I have connections and access to a lot of databases. A few hours and I should know something. With more time, I can get more information.” He sat back, looking very confident. “Listen, you can ask Luc. I’m very good at finding people and uncovering their secrets.”
“He is,” Lucas confirmed. “Scary good.”
Angie absently turned the gold ring on his right hand. It bore some kind of seal. “I’ve done missing persons cases, cheating spouses, insurance fraud, even did a high-profile custody case that I am not at liberty to say more about than I just did. Even a few criminal investigations. Nothing like my NYPD days, but I’m good with that. Nobody’s shootin’ at me these days.”
Beside her, Mitch sat up. “A custody case?”
Angie nodded. “That’s right.”
Mitch’s expression shifted. “Maybe you and I could talk privately when you’re done with Jack.”
“You bet,” Angie said. He looked at Jack. “Let me get this Monica’s info from you and I’ll start as soon as I get unpacked.”
Lucas rose, glass in hand. “While you two do that, does anyone need a refill?”
The rest of the men said they were fine.
Harper held her glass up. “I’ll take one.”
Scout jumped to her feet from her bed by the sliding glass doors and went to stand by the main one.
“I’ll take a refill.” Frankie handed her glass to Lucas, then went toward Scout. “And I’ll let Scout out.”
“Thanks,” Lucas said. He took the glasses into the kitchen.
Harper sensed he was trying to give Jack, Mitch, and Angie some privacy. She went after him, making small-talk. “Greatlemonade. Sweeter than most lemonade but not in a sugary way. I assume you made it?”
“I did. It’s my own blend. I use one orange for every two lemons.”
“Now that you say that, I can taste the orange. I’m going to have to try that.” She glanced over. Jack, Mitch, and Angie were all standing in a tight circle now, deep in conversation, phones out. “Your brother knows his stuff, huh?”
“He does. He was a highly decorated officer and detective. He was even shot once.”
“Wow.” She frowned. “Was it serious? He looks like he’s in good shape.”
Lucas got the lemonade pitcher out of the fridge. “Bullet went clean through his biceps. He got lucky. He had to do some rehab, but he didn’t have any lasting effects. Other than the trauma of being shot.”
“You must be glad he retired.”
“I am,” Lucas said.
Frankie let Scout back in, then joined them in the kitchen. “Your brother’s quite a character.” She smiled. “He seems like he could have stepped off the set ofThe Sopranos.”
“Maybe if he was playing the guy arresting them.”
Frankie laughed. “I like him. He’s colorful.”
