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Chapters (48)
  1. Title Page
  2. Copyright Notice
  3. Dedication
  4. Acknowledgments
  5. Prologue
  6. Chapter One
  7. Chapter Two
  8. Chapter Three
  9. Chapter Four
  10. Chapter Five
  11. Chapter Six
  12. Chapter Seven
  13. Chapter Eight
  14. Chapter Nine
  15. Chapter Ten
  16. Chapter Eleven
  17. Chapter Twelve
  18. Chapter Thirteen
  19. Chapter Fourteen
  20. Chapter Fifteen
  21. Chapter Sixteen
  22. Chapter Seventeen
  23. Chapter Eighteen
  24. Chapter Nineteen
  25. Chapter Twenty
  26. Chapter Twenty-one
  27. Chapter Twenty-two
  28. Chapter Twenty-three
  29. Chapter Twenty-four
  30. Chapter Twenty-five
  31. Chapter Twenty-six
  32. Chapter Twenty-seven
  33. Chapter Twenty-eight
  34. Chapter Twenty-nine
  35. Chapter Thirty
  36. Chapter Thirty-one
  37. Chapter Thirty-two
  38. Chapter Thirty-three
  39. Chapter Thirty-four
  40. Chapter Thirty-five
  41. Chapter Thirty-six
  42. Chapter Thirty-seven
  43. Chapter Thirty-eight
  44. Chapter Thirty-nine
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“Unless,” Lucy said, “she called him. Or talked to him. Maybe she was under duress when she did it, or maybe she was really thinking about taking the money and running. Or he knew all along that she was being set up. That doesn’t mean he knew her family was going to be murdered.” She thought about it. She didn’t know Frank Pollero, and she was only going by her first impression. She knew he’d been lying, that he’d been coached. Maybe he’d been coached after the fact, so when the FBI came he knew exactly what to say. Whatever it was, now that he knew that the Albrights had been murdered he realized that he was an accessory and decided to disappear. He had his daughter, but his freedom was more important.

They tracked down Kitty Fitzpatrick where she worked as a waitress in a steakhouse. She could pass for Denise Albright in basic appearance, but the reserved, conservative appearance of Denise was nothing like the flamboyant and bright Kitty. She couldn’t say for certain that she’d been to the bank on that day, but she said the picture was of her and that she came in almost every Friday to deposit her cash tips.

“If the money doesn’t get in the bank, I spend it,” she said with a laugh.

After a few more basic questions about her habits and who she knew at the bank, Lucy ruled out that Kitty was involved. She and Laura left twenty minutes later.

“We’ll find him,” Lucy said, more to herself than to Laura.

“You sound confident.”

“He’s not a seasoned criminal. He might have money stashed away, but he doesn’t have a criminal mind. He’s not going to know how to stay off the radar of law enforcement, but mostly, he’s not going to be able to turn his back on his daughter. If he manages to get out of the country—or even to a hideout in the States where we won’t easily find him—I’d give him three weeks, four tops, then he’ll call her. He’ll have to. He’ll miss her too much.”

“I hope you’re right.”

Lucy was confident she was. But she didn’t want to wait a month to find Frank Pollero. She wanted to talk to him now, because he knew who killed the Albrights. And the killer now knew that Pollero was a weak link.

Chapter Twenty-four

TAMAULIPAS, MEXICO

THURSDAY, LATE MORNING