“Hello.” Nari moved inside and took a seat. Today she wore a pale yellow silk blouse with dark jeans. “I take it you have information for us?”

Dana nodded. “I do if this goes both ways. You need to have information for me, too.”

Malcolm kicked back, and the scar above his eyebrow seemed more prominent in the early light. “That depends entirely on what you have. If you have information that helps, I promise we’ll reciprocate.”

“Okay.” Dana typed in some keywords, and a face took shape on screen. “Meet Senator Scot Tyson from Boston. I tugged on a string Wolfe gave me, and several stories unraveled, but I’m still working on them.”

Brigid kept quiet about the fact that the senator and Eddie Coonan had a connection. The senator was in his early forties with a distinguished jaw, dark hair, and piercing blue eyes. “What did you find?”

“It’s an interesting string and just a theory right now.” Dana typed again, and documents came up on screen. “Wolfe gave me facts about a girl in Seattle, but it turns out that three women with connections to Tyson have disappeared. The first was a girl when they were both in high school.” A picture of a cute blonde with wild hair and a couple of piercings came up on the screen. “Jacki Mint.”

“She just disappeared?” Nari asked, leaning forward.

“Yes,” Dana said. “There are accounts from other students about Scot and Jacki dating, but he denied it and there was no evidence. Plus, Jacki had run away before, so the local sheriff figured she’d run away again.”

“It’s possible,” Nari said. “Though she hasn’t shown up in twenty years?”

“Nope,” Dana said, typing again. A woman in her early twenties, this one another blonde, emerged on the screen. She had sparkling eyes, a sweet smile, and was dressed in scrubs. “Dr. Annie Jones, who’d just started her residency in Seattle, where Scot was attending law school at the time. They dated, she disappeared, and this time he was questioned by the police. No evidence of any foul play was found.”

Brigid took notes. She’d need to see if there were any records of Eddie traveling to Seattle during that time. Maybe the lost women had nothing to do with Tyson, or maybe he’d hurt them, or perhaps he’d had Eddie do his dirty work. Who knew at this point? “This is good research,” Brigid said.

“I’m just getting started.” Dana looked over at Brigid’s notes. “I’m thinking your computer skills would come in handy right about now. Would you do a deep dive on these cases, as well as look for others?”

“Absolutely,” Brigid said, her instincts humming. “What was the conclusion of the police concerning the doctor?”