“We’re in the middle of an open investigation, Ms. Montclair. I can’t share many details right now, but I need to talk to your brother-in-law and nephew right away. I was hoping that you might know where I can find them.”

“Is Glen in trouble?”

“We just want to talk to him.”

“My nephew has been through so much.”

“When was the last time you saw him?”

“Not for a while. He moved to Seattle, got a good job for a computer company. He’s a smart boy.”

“How long ago was that?”

“Six, seven years? He calls me on my birthday and a couple other times a year. He’s always been quiet, reserved, a little bit of a loner. Especially after my sister, his mother, died.”

Michael picked up a picture from her desk. “Is this you and Glen?”

She smiled. “His high school graduation.”

Michael snapped a photo of the picture, and Ms. Montclair frowned.

“What is it you really want from Glen?” she asked.

Matt didn’t want to tell her that he was a possible suspect in multiple homicides, not yet—she may not believe it possible, and then decide not to talk to them. “We really need to find your brother-in-law Zachary Hamilton, and we’re hoping that Glen might be able to lead us to him.”

“Zach?” She shook her head. “I’ve never forgiven him. I never liked him when Lorna was alive, but he was her choice and he was good to her. But after she died? He neglected Glen. Instead of taking care of him, Zach drank more, lost his job, went to jail. Even when he got out, they never talked. His son wanted nothing to do with his father, although he went up to Spokane a couple times to see him—before Zach lost the house and moved out of the area. It never went well. I’d hoped after sobering up in jail that Zach would change, but he went back to his old ways. Couldn’t keep a job. Couldn’t pay the mortgage.”

“And Glen lived here with you until he graduated high school?”

She nodded. “I never married, never had kids, and he was an easy teenager even given his circumstances. Never gave me any trouble. Respectful, polite, did chores for me without being asked.”

“Can we trouble you for his phone number? Or the name of the company he works for?”

She turned to her computer and brought up her contact list. She wrote down Glen’s information and handed it to Matt. “I doubt very much that he knows what happened to his father. And I don’t think he cares, to be perfectly honest. I never talked to Zach after Lorna’s funeral—unless I absolutely had to, usually because Glen needed something.”

“Did Glen ever talk to you about his mother’s accident?”

“No, that was a tough subject for us. Lorna was my only family—our parents died when Lorna was nineteen. I was a few years older so we lived together until she met Zach in Spokane. Then I got this job and moved down here.