He couldn’t see much resemblance between the girl and Sandy, except maybe around the eyes. Sandy had been big and bawdy, a gorgeous handful with a good heart and a decent brain she must have inherited from her mother, but never bothered to use.

“What about your grandmother? Why isn’t she taking care of you?”

The kid began nibbling on what little was left of a thumbnail. “She’s been in Australia studying the aborigines in the Outback. She’s a college professor.”

“She went off to Australia knowing her granddaughters didn’t have anybody to take care of them?” He didn’t try to hide his skepticism.

“Connie’s been—”

“Cut the crap. There isn’t any Connie, and unless you shoot straight with me, Child and Youth Services will be here to pick you up in an hour.”

Her features contorted. “We don’t need anybody taking care of us! We’re doing great by ourselves. Why don’t you mind your own damn business?”

As he gazed into her defiant face, he remembered all those tough foster kids who’d appeared and disappeared next door to him when he was growing up. A few of them had been determined to spit in the world’s eye, only to be swatted down for their efforts. He softened his voice. “Tell me about your grandmother.”

She shrugged. “Her and Sandy didn’t get along. Because of Sandy’s drinking and everything. She didn’t know about the car crash.”

Somehow he wasn’t surprised to hear her call Sandy by her first name. It was exactly what he would have expected from his ex-wife, who seemed to have fulfilled her early promise of turning into an alcoholic. “Are you telling me your grandmother doesn’t know what happened to Sandy?”

“She does now. I didn’t have a phone number so I could call her, but a couple of weeks ago I got this letter from her with a picture of the Outback and everything. So I wrote back and told her about Sandy and the car accident and Trent.”

“Who’s Trent?”

“My baby sister’s dad. He’s a jerk. Anyway, he died in the accident, too, and I’m not sorry.”

He’d known Sandy’s current boyfriend had been with her, but not that he was the baby’s father. Sandy must have had a lot of doubts about him or his name would have been on that birth certificate instead of Mat’s. “Did this Trent have any family?”

“No. He was from California, and he was raised in foster homes.” She thrust her small chin forward. “He told me all about them, and me and my sister aren’t going to any, so you can just forget it! Anyway, we don’t have to because I just got this note from my grandmother and she’ll be back soon.”

He regarded her suspiciously. “Let me see the note.”