“I found Beeker. I played around with the name a while, looking for a possible alias. It turns out that’s exactly what it is. Riley Beeker, aka Richie Becker, also known as Riley Becker. Real name’s Rolland Beekman. As a kid, they called him Rollie.”

“That’s good work, Zoe,” Edge said.

“What can you tell us about Rollie?” Skye asked.

Zoe turned back to the computer screen and pulled up a mug shot. Shaggy dark hair, thick dark eyebrows, a tattoo of a skull and crossbones on the side of his neck.

“Born in Oroville, California,” Zoe said. “Thirty-eight years old. Dad died in prison while Rolland was doing time for grand larceny. Raised in foster care, in and out of juvey half a dozen times before he turned eighteen. Cleaned up his act for a while after that and got married.”

“I’m betting that didn’t last long.”

“My guess is Rollie couldn’t handle the money pressure of having a wife, and that’s when he started dealing drugs. Wife divorced him while he was in prison. She’s living in Tulsa, Oklahoma, is married a lawyer, and they have a couple of kids.”

“Good for her,” Skye said.

“Rollie served his time and got out of prison five years ago. No record of arrests after that.”

“Probably when he went to work for Henson,” Edge said.

“That would be my guess,” Zoe said.

“He’s got a woman with him now,” Edge said. “Goes by the name Stella Beeker. Can you look for a record of their marriage?”

“Skye mentioned her. No record of marriages between any of the men and women on the list.”

“Fake marriages to men with fake names,” Edge said darkly. “Henson’s a real piece of work.”

“No record of their marriage, but I found a photo of him with a woman named Stella Walker. Middle name is Marie. She was born in New York City, arrested for shoplifting when she was twelve years old, lived on the streets for a while, and eventually just disappeared.”

“How about Harley Purcell?” Skye asked. “Were you able to come up with anything on him?”

“No. Probably an alias, too. I’ll work on the list, see if I can learn anything else. I’ve got some things to do for other people. As soon as I get caught up, I’ll take a look at Sunstar.”

“Thanks, Zoe,” Skye said.

They left the office and went back out to Edge’s truck, which was parked in the lot. Skye climbed in, this time without a problem, and realized she was already getting used to the big black beast.

“Beast,” she said. “That’s what I’m calling this thing.”

Edge’s blue eyes crinkled at the corners. He flashed her a smile and fired the engine. “I like it.”