“If it was an old case, she’s probably changed a lot.”
“Maybe.”
“So, what do we know about her?”
Sabre stared through the windshield. “Almost nothing.”
“That’s a problem.”
“That’s not the strange part.”
JP sighed. “I was afraid you were going to say that.”
“I asked the clerk to pull her records, both dependency and delinquency.”
“And?”
“There aren’t any.”
“None?”
“No juvenile referrals. No dependency history.”
“Now, that’s unusual.”
“There’s more.”
JP laughed softly. “Of course, there is.”
Sabre tapped her fingers against the steering wheel. “According to the police report, she has no birth certificate on file.”
JP went quiet for a moment. “What about school records?”
“Nothing. And no medical records.”
“That’s… not possible.”
“That’s what I thought.”
“You can’t just exist without paperwork.”
Sabre looked back at the courthouse again. “Apparently she can.”
JP let out a low whistle. “So, who is she?”
“That’s what I need you to find out.”
“Do you have a name?”
Sabre told him.
JP repeated it slowly. “Okay,” he said. “I’ll start digging.”
“And JP?”
“Yeah?”
“The man she’s accused of killing.”