“She meant finding her physical location wouldn’t help. We know the daughter isn’t with her. But her identity? If she didn’t care about us knowing that, she would have answered your last question. She told you everything else you wanted to know. About herself, her family, her motivations. Geoff. But she wouldn’t tell you her name, or her husband’s name, or her daughter’s. She wouldn’t say what Trey and Spence did, and people with a grievance love to express their outrage. She didn’t because if you knew which case had harmed her, then you could find her name. If she wants to hide her name, then it’s worth finding.” Bree was nodding, seeing it, so he pressed forward. “I need a water glass and a big Ziploc storage bag, please.” She turned toward the kitchen, but his next words made her blanch. “Then you have to call Trey. Get him up to speed, so he’ll hop the first plane home.”

“I will.” She hurried away to get the things he’d asked for.

He turned back to Gabrielle. “After you drop this stuff off, can you go into the office? I’ll stay here and start the research. By the time you get there, I’ll have emailed all my notes to you. You can use them to narrow down Spencer and Trey’s cases.”

Bree was already back. He took her hand and found it trembling so hard he had to steady it as he pressed her fingertips cleanly onto the water glass. “So the lab can rule your prints out.” He dropped the glass in the bag and sealed it.

“Thank you,” she said. That was all, but her eyes were full of unsaid things.

He nodded, feeling a sudden need, sharp and small and selfish, to be the one to make this happen. He would shake hands with Satan, trade anything, to be the one to get Robert back. He could almost feel the small, live weight of the baby, see how joy would crash through her as he put that weight into her arms.

He pushed it away, dirty from the want of it. Find the name. Get the daughter. That was all.

“My car is here.” Gabrielle took the bagged glass. “Call the lab. Tell them I’ll be there in half an hour.”

“I’ll walk you out,” Bree said.

Marshall didn’t want to be in the room when Bree returned. It would be hard enough for her to call her husband, tell him what she had to tell, without a witness in the room. Besides, there were things he needed to be doing.