“But he probably wouldn’t have taken down his Instagram if he only moved. Does he have a police record?”

“No, but a lot of people get nervous when the Feds show up. They never actually got to talk to him. He skipped out the back door. He’s gone under, according to Gideon. He got the information from Tom, who got it from someone else because he wasn’t working that part of the case, but I’m not supposed to know any of that.”

Liza’s chest warmed. Tom was a Dudley Do-Right, a stickler for procedure, but he had a huge heart. He was capable of bending rules if necessary to help someone. “I won’t tell anyone.”

Daisy chuckled. “I would guess not, considering it would hurt your guy more than mine.”

Not my guy. Roughly, she cleared her throat. “I don’t want to get anyone in trouble.” She thought she’d sounded pretty upbeat, but Daisy’s extended silence said that she had not.

“I’m sorry, Liza. I just figured—”

“It’s all right. Now,” Liza said briskly, “back to the tattoo artist, Sergio Iglesias. The Feds haven’t been able to get any whiff of where he went?”

“None. I think the FBI backburnered their search because they figured that an adult who’d gotten an Eden tattoo wasn’t an actual escapee. And even if they know an escapee, that person won’t be able to give them a current location, because Eden moves around too much.”

Liza started up her laptop. “I keep thinking about the guy’s Instagram account. If he continues tattooing, he’ll need one. When did he take his Instagram down?”

“Three weeks ago. The day after he got a visit from the Feds.”

“Did the Feds go looking for him? At his home, I mean.”

“I don’t know.” She hesitated. “You’d have to ask Tom that question.”

Which I’m not going to do. “Can you send me the screenshots you took of his old page?”

“Sure, but tell me what you’re thinking, because I’m dying here.”

“What if Iglesias started up a new Instagram account? If it were me, I’d post a few of my most popular photos under a different name.”

“Oh.” Daisy sounded impressed. “I’m kicking myself for not thinking of that.”

“Fresh eyes help. What were you planning to ask this guy if he hadn’t ghosted?”

“The name of the person who got the Eden tattoo. They have to have known an escapee, because the design is an exact replica. It’s far too detailed to be a coincidence.”

“And when you found the escapee?”

“I’d make sure they were all right, because Gideon and Mercy sure aren’t. Maybe they can support each other, because none of us really knows what they went through. But I’d also ask how they got out and where their Eden was located. I’m frustrated that the FBI doesn’t seem interested in doing any of this.”

“I agree.” That the FBI wasn’t looking for the man was both frustrating and puzzling. “Look, it’s late and you need to go to sleep. I’m going to do some searching online and I’ll let you know what I find.”