“But, Cricket, that isn’t going to tell us anything. So what if she worked weekends? She didn’t work weekends at the bank here, so there won’t be a record of her taking off.”

“Finn did say on occasion she would work a third day, depending if she needed extra money. Sometimes she would work a Friday or a Monday. That you can check. But it will be the clincher if the picture of your person matches up with Finn’s employee.

“Finn just thought you might be interested in this because you comped a trip to Vegas?” Lizzie’s fingers tapped on the kitchen table. She’d been hoping for so much more.

Cricket laughed, the sound booming over the wire. “Not exactly. The Post started to run articles on identity theft along with human-interest stories, and, lo and behold, most of those cases were Chase card holders. Finn said at first he thought it was just something they had to deal with, and the next time it would be American Express or Citi. This time they had to take the hit. They brought in a forensic CPA to do an audit, and that’s when they found out that all the new accounts that Bethany Nolan set up were fraudulent. Moreover, remember telling me something about minor foster children being targeted? Well, twenty percent of those accounts were for minor children in the foster care system.

“They tried to find her, even hired private detectives. Nolan was not a law student, they found out to their dismay. She didn’t live where she said she lived. She had no past beyond five years, just like your Sara Brickman. He said he would help but don’t count on it. Chase doesn’t want the exposure a full-court press will bring. He said as much. Finn is afraid people would stop using their Chase credit cards, turn them in, go to other cards because Chase doesn’t protect their interests, that kind of thing.”

Lizzie chewed on her bottom lip as she digested her husband’s information. “What’s your gut feeling, Cricket?”

“My gut says Bethany Nolan is your Sara Brickman and all the other names you said she used. My advice would be to fax Finn the woman’s picture and wait to see what he does. I did mention that I heard through the grapevine that the vigilantes were hot on her trail.”

Lizzie found herself smiling at what Cosmo Cricket probably thought was a hushed whisper. “What did Mr. Finn say?”

Cosmo chuckled. “I can give it to you verbatim. ‘Good Christ, don’t tell me that!’”

This time Lizzie laughed out loud. “What did you say to that?”

“I just wished him luck, then he hung up.”

“Thanks, sweetie. Talk to you later.”