Lucy asked a few clarifying questions, but she had what she needed for now. She told the FBI agent who had detained Mr. Pollero that her boss would work with him to transfer Pollero back to Texas. He would face charges, but that was up to the AUSA. If he fully cooperated, he may not face much jail time, but he certainly would lose his job and never work again in the financial sector.

She ended the Skype call and Nate said, “I’ve already put out an APB on Simon Mills.”

“It’s time we talk to Grover and Judith Mills,” Lucy said. She was dreading the conversation. She couldn’t imagine that they knew what had been going on with their two oldest children, especially since they’d asked Max to help find answers to Victoria’s death. But they could know more than they’d shared—either things they didn’t think were important to mention or maybe didn’t want to think about.

By the time they arrived at the Mills ranch in Fredericksburg, reports had been coming in from those looking for Simon Mills. He wasn’t at his home, at MCG Land and Holdings, or at any of the properties he owned in the area.

Jennifer Reed had called Lucy and said that she was getting her ducks in a row with the DA and warrants and would be going over to the Monroe house first thing Saturday morning. She had an unmarked car watching the property, which was both easy and hard. Easy because there was a lot of land in the area with heavy foliage and trees, so they could be discreet, since there was only one road in and out of the neighborhood, but hard because the property was far back and they couldn’t get close enough to keep the house in sight.

“Mike, me, the DA, an AUSA, your boss, Vaughn, and a guy named Adam O’Neal—”

“He’s in White Collar Crimes,” Lucy explained.

“We’re all meeting in ten minutes to talk about how we want to proceed. We don’t want them running. Good work on Clemson. Weasel. For what it’s worth, I think Melissa Randolph freaked when I showed up. She wanted to tell the truth, I believed her that she had no idea what was going on, but when your boss tells you to do something you do it, according to her. She didn’t think the move to Chicago was to keep her from me—Hollinger’s legal aide was going out on maternity leave, and according to Randolph, her replacement didn’t work out. She believed it, but I don’t. Anyway, I asked her to keep it to herself for the time being, but we should expect that it’ll get out.”

“We put a flag on their passports,” Lucy said. “They won’t be leaving the country.”