Diesel shrugged. “Maybe,” he said, and ran a hand over his own scalp, where stubble had begun to grow. He needed to shave it soon. “But nobody fits his body type. It’s more likely that Scott King is a fake name.”

“But surely he’d have to undergo a background check to be a security guard in a casino,” Stone said, frowning. “What with all that money lying around.”

Diesel gave him a sharp look. “I know how to do my job, Montgomery.”

Stone’s cheeks flushed. “Don’t call me that.”

Diesel rolled his eyes, because Montgomery was Stone’s real first name. “You can call me Elvis in public and you get mad when I call you Montgomery? At least I have the courtesy to do it when we’re alone.”

Stone tried to glare, but had to laugh. “You caught that, huh?”

“I’m not deaf.” But he stumbled over the word as soon as it left his mouth, because Dani was deaf, half-deaf, anyway. And Greg and Michael were completely deaf, yet they managed to pick up what was being said or done around them. Using the word as he had seemed . . . wrong. “I heard you,” he corrected himself.

Stone’s brows lifted. “Somebody is becoming politically correct.”

“It’s not being PC. It’s being respectful,” Diesel insisted, ignoring Stone’s knowing smirk. “You’re probably right about the background check, though. If he got the job in security and the job is legit, there should be something on him—a DMV photo, an apartment rental contract, or something. I’m expanding the search region to the tri-state area and I’ll go national if I have to, but that takes more time.” He typed in Kentucky, Ohio, Indiana, and security. And frowned again.

Stone leaned forward in the chair. “What?”

“This.” He enlarged the screen and turned it so that Stone could see. “A guy named Scott King, age thirty-two, went missing from his job as a security guard in a nursing home.”

Stone’s eyes lit up. He lived for the hunt. “In Indianapolis. He went missing a year ago. How long has this King guy been with the casino?”

Diesel did another search. “Here’s a forum that rates casinos.” He scanned the entries until he came to one that mentioned King. “One casino guest had an altercation with a ‘big bald guy’ named King who had him thrown out for ‘winning too much.’”

Stone huffed. “Counting cards, he means. Which shouldn’t be against the rules. If you can count ’em, then more power to you.”

Diesel rolled his eyes. “You only say that because you can count cards.”

“Not anymore.” Stone gave his best choirboy face. “I’ve reformed.”

Meaning that Delores had asked him to stop. The woman had Stone wrapped around her finger without ever raising her voice.