“And he’s from Cleveland originally?”

“Yes.” Hagen’s tone changed as if a light went on. “Has this got something to do with Lucas’s mother?”

“And who would that be?”

“Vida Warren.”

Morrow blinked. That was one of the names connected to Loften.

“Can you tell me a little bit about Vida’s background? Is she from Cleveland? Would she have any relationship with the names I mentioned?”

Hagen said something to another person at his end and let out a long, exasperated breath. “Vida’s our daughter-in-law—well our ex-or estranged daughter-in-law, whatever you want to call her. Yes, she lived and worked in Cleveland. That’s where she met and married our son. They had Lucas. But Vida was a drug user and unfaithful. That’s not how she’ll tell the story, but we know. Our son tried to save his marriage. It was futile. So he tried to start a new life and found Cynthia, a wonderful woman. But they—” his voice broke and he struggled for a moment “—but they were both killed in a boating accident while on vacation in Greece.” He paused. “Vida’s life—well, she associated with the wrong people, used drugs and was fired from her job in Cleveland. We got custody of Lucas. She followed us to Florida and was going to attempt to get custody of him. As for whom she may or may not know, we can’t tell you. We just don’t believe she has the stability in her life to be a good mother to our grandchild.”

“Would you know if Vida is the type of person to use online-dating services?”

“No, I would not know. But I’ll tell you, nothing that woman does would surprise me.”

Something was happening in Morrow’s mind; something was hammering away.

“Mr. Hagen, would you happen to know how I can reach Vida? I’d like to talk to her, as well. Do you have a number for her, or an address in Florida? Do you know who she worked for in Cleveland?”

“Hold on, just a moment.”

Hagen was talking to someone. Morrow assumed it was his wife. In Morrow’s experience, she’d learned that in many marriages women tended to be the record keepers. She waited, feeling like someone who knew the combination was opening a vault for her.

“Here we go. Last we heard, she was staying at the Oceanwave Gardens in Allapattah. That’s in Miami.”

Morrow squeezed her phone, feeling a breeze, glancing at Gilfoyle fanning himself with a tourist map.

“And when she worked in Cleveland,” Hagen said, “it was in advertising or marketing. The company was called the Asgaard-T-Chace Group.”

“Thank you. This has been very helpful.”

Morrow ended the call, swallowed as her thoughts swirled.

Cleveland, Cleveland, Cleveland.

The Collector’s last known victim was found in Cleveland.