“Our guy is not in the system. He’s not listed with the Registry of Motor Vehicles, either. And I can’t find anyone with his name or even close to his name on South Street.”

“So he lied to Leah Roberts?” Lamond asked.

Cooper nodded. “I wonder how well she knew him.”

“Obviously not well enough.”

Cooper opened his Internet browser and loaded Facebook. He searched for Aiden Boyne. “I found an Aiden Boyne who is friends with Leah Roberts.” Cooper clicked on Aiden Boyne’s profile picture. It was of a young boy holding a cat. The boy had medium-dark hair, fair complexion, and dark lashes. He gazed at the camera with a strangely unreadable expression.

Cooper scrolled through Aiden Boyne’s Facebook profile. It had only been created eighteen months ago. That was the first red flag. The second, bigger red flag was that there was not one personal photo of Aiden Boyne as an adult. His bio indicated he had attended a local high school, but with no graduation year. His friend list was small. And when Cooper cross-referenced them with Leah’s, he realized they were mainly Leah’s friends, and several others who worked for the same cell phone company. “This is a fake i.d.”, he said to Lamond. “Let’s get a warrant to hunt this guy down online.”

“We need one for this @TruthAboutHarry account,” Lamond said. “He just sent a tweet about a ‘secret’ that will be revealed.”

“They must be the same guy,” Cooper said. “And I bet he does have Leah’s laptop— Hey, Riley, how’s it going?”

Detective Riley strode toward his desk, her auburn hair pulled back into a messy ponytail. “I’ve finished processing the scene.” She exhaled. “We couldn’t get any prints for the suspects at the Owen house.”

“Nothing on the window sill?”

“No.”

“How about the computer desk?”

She shook her head. “We went over the equipment a second time once we learned Leah Robert’s occupation. She must have kept her gloves on if she handled the computers. We’ve got Murphy, our computer analyst, going through Mel Owen’s system right now.”

“Maybe that will give us something. The suspect’s name that we got from Leah Roberts is an alias. Nothing is coming up for him.” He cleared his throat. “Did you find any signs of weapons that were unaccounted for?”

Riley shoved a strand of hair off her forehead. “You mean other than the one that Mel Owen had snuck out?” The constables controlling the scene had gotten into serious trouble over that one. The whole afternoon at the ICU had been one almighty screw-up. And even if Mel Owen was at fault, it never looked good for the justice system when a brawny sheriff breaks the leg of a frail, elderly paraplegic who had twice been a victim of break-and-enters. “The weapons were all accounted for with that one exception.”