“Just after.”
Sofia Ramirez had joined them downstairs and was photographing the routing sheet for her records.
“Did Eleanor trust him?” she asked.
“Completely.”
“Would she have given him documents?”
Claire hesitated.
“Yes.”
Ruby sat on the edge of an unused folding table.
“Then we find Caleb.”
Claire gave her daughter a tired smile.
“People are slightly harder to find than lost wallets.”
Ruby considered this.
“Did you try the internet?”
Every adult in the room smiled.
Finding Caleb Brooks turned out to be both harder and easier than Ruby expected.
There were hundreds of Caleb Brookses online.
There were teachers.
Contractors.
Dentists.
Musicians.
A man in Nebraska who raised miniature goats.
None seemed connected to Aldridge Street.
Then Mr. Harris remembered that Caleb’s mother had been named Denise.
Mrs. Alvarez remembered Denise had a sister in North Carolina.
Claire remembered Caleb had wanted to become an electrician.
Sofia’s investigator pieced the clues together.
