Carolyn Arnold - McKinley 04 - Politics is Murder by Carolyn Arnold

members at all different ages in this shot. It was taken in the summer, with the majority wearing shorts and t-shirts. The young children were seated on the ground in front, with the rest standing behind them.
    Sara pointed to a young man. “Look familiar to you?”
    The adrenaline rushed through him. The face staring at them was about five years younger, but the identity easy to conclude. “I don’t think this is a coincidence.”
    “Me either.”
    They turned in time to see Mona hand Tess a ticket. When the woman and girl left, Mona came over.
    “That’s the family, as you’ve likely guessed. It was taken at a good time—a family reunion. Everyone was happy that day.”
    “You have a lot of younger people,” Sara said.
    “Yes, but sadly we won’t have this business to leave them.”
    “Are any of them your children?”
    Sean appreciated that Sara was baiting the woman into disclosing information without it being an obvious trap.
    Mona pointed out a few. “This is my daughter Tabitha and her son and daughter.”
    Sara glanced at Sean. She then pointed to the young man. “I would have thought for certain he was your grandchild or son.”
    “Justin? He’s my nephew. My younger sister’s son. He’s a great kid. I’m actually his godmother.”
     

 
     
     

     
    Bringing In The Reinforcements
     
    SARA LED THE WAY, THE brisk stride in her Jimmy Choo shoes eating up the sidewalk as if she were in sneakers. “So, her sister’s son goes to school with Halie. His aunt’s business is at risk. He knows who Halie’s father is, tries to get some money to at least help out Mona.”
    “We’ve got to get back to Richmond.”
    “That we do, but we still don’t have a last name for the kid.”
    “We can’t push Jimmy.”
    “We could try the Internet and see if we come up with anything.”
    Sean nodded. “I’m calling for the jet and telling them to expect us in an hour.”
    She nodded and pulled out her cell. “It’s a good thing we didn’t empty the overnight bags.” She brought up the browser window on her phone and typed in Justin nephew of Mona Hibbert Dry cleaning . She knew it was a wild stretch but had to try. She heard Sean speaking, but his words didn’t make it through. The results came up and none of them were relevant.
    Sean hung up. “The plane will be waiting for us.” He pointed to her phone.
    “No luck.” As she said the words, an idea occurred to her. They couldn’t use Jimmy with this, but they weren’t left entirely in the dark. They had another resource available to them. “I know who could help us.”
    “Darling, I love it when you get that look in your eyes.”
    “Remember Adam?”
    “New York City Adam?”
    She laughed. “Yes, that would be the one. Edward is winding down his days at Universal. Maybe Adam has some spare time.”
    “Not sure, but we are technically his bosses anyway.” He smirked.
    “Yes, I suppose we are. But that kid, he’d be—”
    “That kid. Sorry, darling, but I’m having a moment here. He’s in his twenties and we’re terming him a kid. Halie’s nineteen and we keep referring to her as a young girl. Are we getting old?”
    “Never. We’re maturing.”
    “Huh. Interesting twist you put on that. Not sure whether I’m going to buy it, but I’ll accept that right now.”
    “Going back to Adam. He knew how to track down IP addresses, how hard could a little hacking be?”
    “Hacking?”
    She took her eyes from him for a second. “Remember when I said I’d like to solve cases, not as a PI, but with more freedom.”
    “Of course.”
    She loved the edge to his voice. She had him intrigued. Hopefully he felt the same when she revealed her plan to him. “I want him to hack into the university computers, find out Justin’s full name and anything else he can.”
    “So, you’re suggesting that he break the law?”
    She winced. “It’s for a good cause, to save a girl’s life.”
    He didn’t hesitate long. “Let’s do