Chapter 214

• GUSTAVO
• I’d kept my face still. Told her it was coincidence. Old case. Nothing current. She nodded like she believed me, but her eyes said different. They said she was still looking.
• I turned from the window and sat back down. I opened the drawer, pulled out the thin folder I kept on her family. The one with the notes on her mother. Missing. Presumed dead. No body. No proof either way. I flipped through the pages again even though I knew them by heart. Then I picked up the phone.