“Takes a little longer than that,” Quinn said. “State folks are looking for a match with dental records of some missing persons cases. Like you probably know, the woman was in her late teens or early twenties. And she died at least twenty years ago.”

“And she’d been shot in the head.”

“I can’t say how she died,” Quinn said. “But there was some serious trauma to the head.”

“But not shot?” Tashi asked.

Quinn looked over at his sister, annoyed as hell she’d roped him into this meeting with all he had going on. He’d just had to do a stand-up with local media about the body that morning and then answer a bunch of questions about whether this was tied to Brandon Taylor’s death and whether the department had officially reopened the investigation. Quinn just answered coyly that he wasn’t sure it had ever been officially closed.

“You did real good on TV,” Caddy said. “Tashi and I were watching you from over at the motel. You stood up straight, looked right in the camera, and didn’t stutter once.”

“Glad it worked out for y’all,” Quinn said. “Is this a friendly breakfast meeting or is there something on your mind?”

“Given I’m meeting you here with Tashi and I called you direct after seeing you on the news, you might deduce we’re here regarding Brandon Taylor.”

“Guess this is as good a time as any,” Quinn said. “I haven’t eaten breakfast yet and can chew while you ask me things I can’t answer.”

“What did I tell you?” Caddy said, glancing over at Tashi, shrugging. “He can’t even imagine that we’re not coming to him with questions, we are coming to him with some information. But if he wants to be pigheaded about it, I guess we don’t have to share any of it.”

“Hold up,” Quinn said, putting up the flat of his hand. “Hold up. Would you please, in God’s name, speak English and explain to me exactly when you became a part of all this? From where I’ve been sitting, you don’t have a damn thing to do with this, Caddy. This is none of your business.”

Tashi looked uncomfortable. She bit her lip and nodded, waiting for Quinn to finish. “Your sister has been a huge help to us,” she said. “Since she’d been in school with Brandon and she knew a lot of the same people.”

“Oh, hell, Caddy,” Quinn said. “Are you helping them with damn Ansley Cuthbert? You really don’t need to be dragged back into all that mess. I may not be moving fast enough to your liking, but both of y’all need to step back and let us do the work. We occasionally do close a few cases.”