By the following afternoon, she had a likely match.
Caleb Brooks.
Forty years old.
Licensed electrician.
Owner of Brooks Electrical Services.
Living in Richmond, Virginia.
Claire stared at the information on Sofia’s laptop.
Ruby sat beside her.
“That’s him?”
“The age is right.”
“Picture?”
Sofia clicked.
A company website appeared.
The man on the screen had a closely trimmed beard and a broad smile.
Claire covered her mouth.
“That’s him.”
Ruby leaned closer.
“He looks nice.”
“He was.”
Claire corrected herself.
“He is. Probably.”
Nathaniel sat across the conference table.
“Would you like Sofia to contact him?”
Claire hesitated.
Twelve years was a long time.
People built entire lives inside twelve years.
Ruby had been born, learned to walk, learned to read, lost six baby teeth, and developed strong opinions about peas in less time than that.
Claire suddenly wondered whether digging into the past was fair.
