Sully went back to his room later, showered, set his alarm for 8:00 a.m., and then crawled into bed.

The next thing he knew, his alarm was going off, and sunlight was coming through a gap in the curtains over his window. Anxiety lent speed to his morning routine as he showered, shaved, and dressed. After he checked out, he grabbed a coffee and a sweet roll from the Starbucks kiosk in the lobby and headed out the door. His first step to the beginning of this search was entering the address the cousin had given him into his GPS.

He set out, easily following directions, only to discover after twenty minutes of morning traffic that there was now an apartment building on that location.

Marilyn had given him a list of suggestions as to where to search, so he googled the address of the city hall in Grapevine, and with some help from one of the clerks, discovered a marriage license for Jane Chapman and Bryan Jackson, and divorce papers for the same couple less than two years later.

At that point, Jane Chapman Jackson showed up nowhere else in Grapevine. Sully wondered if she might have left Texas altogether, so he called Marilyn.

“Hello, Sully. How’s it going?” she asked.

“It’s going. The address I had for her is no good, which figures because it was so many years ago, but I did find a marriage license for her and a man named Bryan Jackson, then divorce papers for them less than two years later.”

“Good job,” Marilyn said. “Let me have the details, and I’ll see if I can track her down elsewhere. It may take a couple of days.”

“No problem, and I appreciate your help. I’m sticking around here until I hear from you again.”

“Then I’ll get right on this. You’ll be hearing from me soon,” Marilyn said.

* * *

As it turned out, Sully was in Grapevine for three days before Marilyn Bedford called him again, this time with news that she’d found another connection to Jane Chapman Jackson. The reason it had taken a while was because Jane Jackson married again in Mobile, Alabama, to a man named Robert Carter.

So, Sully packed up his bag, checked out of the motel, and headed for Mobile. He arrived just as the tailwinds of a hurricane were passing through the area and found a safe place to ride out the storms that followed it. But even after the storms had passed and the weather cleared, he had not been able to find a trace of Janie anywhere. Just as he was giving up, he got a call from Marilyn.

“Hello, this is Sully.”

“Sully, this is Marilyn. I have a bit of information that may help you. Jane divorced Robert Carter about six years after their marriage in Mobile.”

“Again? Wow, she doesn’t have a very good track record with husbands,” Sully said. “Do you know where she went from there, or if she’s still somewhere in Mobile?”