When Logan stopped by Harp and Barney’s room on the way out, his dad, of course, wanted to come along, but Logan told him it would be easier if he saw Joe Fulkerson on his own.
As he was starting up his car, Harp rushed out of his room.
Logan leaned through his open window. “Dad, I promise I’ll tell you everything when I get back.”
“What?” Harp said, confused.
“I need to do this alone.”
“You already made that clear. I just…I just forgot something.”
Now it was Logan’s turn to be confused.
Harp pointed toward the passenger side of the truck. Sitting on the bench seat was the padded envelope Callie had given Harp back in Sausalito. Logan could see the copy of Lost Horizon sitting just inside it. He picked up the package and passed it to his dad.
“Thank you,” Harp said, clutching it with one arm against his torso.
Logan could see a million thoughts and emotions racing through his father’s eyes. He wished he knew the right thing to say, something that would get his father to open up and talk, but he was afraid anything he might try would cause Harp to clam up completely.
So Logan simply smiled and said, “No problem.”
Joe Fulkerson’s office was in an old, brown, brick building several miles from the university. The sign on the door said FNR Investigations, and it appeared to take up half of the fourth floor.
Logan waited in the lobby for less than two minutes before an older Latina led him into the inner workings of FNR. The few single offices he saw were along the outside walls, taking up prime window territory. Most of the employees, though, seemed to work in a large bullpen area of high walled cubicles.
Fulkerson was not in a cubicle. He had a corner office that looked toward the smog-hidden mountains. His desk was an old metal monstrosity that seemed out of place with the rest of the furnishings. Joe was sitting behind the desk, squinting at a computer monitor. He was a thin, middle-aged man who’d buzzed what little hair he had left on his head as close to his skin as he could without shaving it off. It was what Joaquin back at Dunn Right liked to call the full Captain Picard.
“Mr. Fulkerson?” the woman said. “This is Mr. Harper.”
Fulkerson immediately rose from his chair, a large smile appearing on his face. With unnecessary enthusiasm, he came around the desk and extended his hand.
“Mr. Harper. Thanks for coming down.”
They shook.
“You can call me Logan.”
“And I’m Joe.” Fulkerson glanced at the woman. “Thank you, Mary.”
She smiled and left.
Fulkerson motioned toward the guest chair in front of his desk. “Please, have a seat.” Once they were both settled, he said, “Would you like anything to drink? Coffee? Tea? Water?”
“I’m fine, thank you.”
They looked at each other for a moment, then Fulkerson leaned forward. “So Mrs. Johnson says you have some questions?”
“Yes, about the Lindley case,” Logan said.
“Right.” Fulkerson looked at his computer screen, moved the mouse, and clicked a few keys on the keyboard. “What can I help you with?”
“First off, I would love to take a look at the report.”
Fulkerson’s smile turned stale. “I believe Mrs. Johnson has copies of that at her office.”
“She probably does,” Logan agreed. “”But I’m not at her office, I’m here. And she said you’d be happy to help me.”
The private detective was having a hard time holding on to what was left of his smile.
“Is it a problem?” Logan asked.
“Of course not.” He picked up his phone and punched in a number. “Mary? Can you print out a copy of the Lindley file and bring it in here, please?” After he hung up, he stood. “I’ll walk you out to the lobby. My secretary will bring you the report as soon as she’s done.”
Remaining in his seat, Logan said, “Actually, I have a few questions I’d like to ask.”
“Like what?”
Logan eyed him for several seconds. “Sit down, Mr. Fulkerson. I’m not here to assess your performance or take work from you or anything like that. I’ve been asked to provide Alan Lindley with some help, and that’s all I’m trying to do.”
With reluctance, Fulkerson lowered himself back into his chair. “If Mrs. Johnson requires more help on the Lindley case, my agency is fully capable of providing that.”
Logan almost laughed. “I’m betting your agency does a lot of business with Mrs. Johnson’s firm. Is that right?”
“The relationship between our companies is none of your business,” Fulkerson said, but the narrowing of the man’s eyes told Logan he’d been right.
“I don’t give a damn about the relationship. I have nothing to do with it. And just so we’re clear, I haven’t been hired for anything. I’ve been asked to help. That’s it.”
“Right. You do this job gratis, and then use that to leverage yourself into more work. I’ve seen people do that a million times. Go ahead and try, but don’t expect me to assist.”
“Fair enough.” Logan retrieved his phone.
“What are you doing?”
“Just give me a second.” He found the number he was looking for and placed the call. As soon as it was answered, he said, “Callie? It’s Logan.”
Fulkerson tensed a little at the use of Callie’s first name.
“How did the meeting go?” she asked.
“I’m actually sitting here with Joe right now.”
“Joe? He must really hate you.”
“That seems to be my take. Mind if I put you on speaker?”
“Not at all.”
Logan activated the speaker function as he set the phone on the desk. “Are you still there?”
“I’m here,” she said, her voice coming out clearly.
“Hello, Mrs. Johnson,” Fulkerson said. “I think there might be some kind of misunderstand-”
“Let me fill her in first,” Logan jumped in. “You can correct anything I get wrong. Callie, I’m calling because we have a little problem you might be able to help with. Joe here seems to think I’m angling to take future work you might otherwise send his way. Is that right, Joe?”
“Well, I’m not sure I’d put it that way,” Fulkerson stammered.
“It’s how you just put it to me. Anyway, I tried telling him I have no interest in taking work from him, but he doesn’t seem to believe me. And, because of that, he’s, well, reluctant to provide additional help.”
Callie said, “Is that right, Mr. Fulkerson?”
“Mrs. Johnson, your firm and FNR have had a very close working relationship for several years. I would hate to see anything damage it.”
“Good,” Callie said. “Then you’ll give Mr. Harper whatever help he needs. Mr. Harper is not now, nor will he ever be interested in taking over any of the work you do for us. Mr. Harper is strictly a specialist I’ve brought in on this. You will treat him with the same respect you would treat me. If you do not, then the relationship you are so worried about will indeed be in trouble. Is that understood?”
“Of course,” Fulkerson said, looking uncomfortable. “Like I said, it was simply a misunderstanding. Of course I’ll give Mr. Harper whatever help he requests.”
“That’s any help, Mr. Fulkerson. If you incur any cost, just forward them directly to me.”
“I completely understand.” The mention of potential revenue brightened his demeanor considerably.
“Are we finished here?” she asked.
Logan looked at Fulkerson, who nodded.
“Yep,” Logan said. “That about covers it.”
“Just call if you need anything else.”
“Will do, Callie. Thanks.” He disconnected the call, and looked at the detective. “So we’re good?”
“Yes.” Fulkerson still wore some of his earlier resentment, but he’d obviously gotten the message.
“Excellent. How did you determine Sara Lindle
y wasn’t who she said she was?”
“All that’s in the report.”
“I’m sure it is,” Logan said, waiting.
Fulkerson sucked in a breath, and blew it out through his teeth. “Various ways. First we checked the background she’d given her husband, but could find no trace of her prior to when she’d moved to Riverside. Then we checked with the management company that runs the apartment building she was living in when she and Mr. Lindley met. From them we were able to get a copy of her rental application, which, we’d been told, had been thoroughly checked and approved. None of the previous addresses or jobs she listed actually exist, but since they were back east-”
“Philadelphia?”
Fulkerson gave Logan an obligatory smile. “Right. Because of that, the management company relied strictly on phone calls. Turns out all the phone numbers she listed were for disposable phones you can pick up at any convenience store.”
“Let me guess,” Logan said. “None of them are active anymore.”
“Not a single one.”
“Did you check the addresses?”
“Mr. Harper, we do know how to do our job. Of course we checked them. In fact we went so far as to hire an investigator in Philadelphia to visit each location. The addresses themselves existed, but the businesses they were supposed to represent never did.”
That was consistent with what was already clear-whoever Sara Lindley really was, she didn’t want anyone to find out. “What else?”
“Driver’s license, fake. Social Security number, valid, but was actually issued to a woman killed in a car accident overseas three years ago. The Social Security Administration doesn’t even know that yet.”
The door to the office opened and Mary reentered. She set a gray, nine-by-twelve-inch envelope on Fulkerson’s desk, and retreated without saying a word.
“Your copy of the report,” Fulkerson said, nodding to the envelope.
Logan grabbed it and pulled out the sheaf of about two dozen pages, stapled together in the upper corner. The top sheet was an assignment report, detailing the information Callie had given FNR. Logan flipped to the next page.
“Are you going to read that now?” Fulkerson asked. “Mrs. Johnson’s firm isn’t my only client. I do have other things that need my attention.”
Logan was tempted to meticulously go over every page, but the only thing that would accomplish was pissing off Fulkerson again. As satisfying as that might be, it would only make things more difficult. He did a quick thumb-through of the pages, stopping only on the summary of potential leads near the back.
“Did you follow up on any of these?” he asked.
“Any of what?”
Logan turned the report around and pointed at the list of five items. Three were derived from information they’d gathered from Alan, no more than offhand comments or feelings-Sara’s desire to go to San Francisco, her interest in art, and something she’d said once about the Midwest that made Alan think she’d spent considerable time there at some point. The other two were based on mobile phone records, calls Sara had made to Alan that were pinpointed to cell towers nowhere near Riverside. One was in the Laguna Beach area, while the other was at the far side of the state, in Braden near the border with Arizona. A follow-up conversation with Alan revealed he had no knowledge of these trips.
Fulkerson leaned forward so he could read the summary better. “Yes, of course we did. We had people looking out for her in San Francisco, but at the time the investigation was called off, we’d had no sign of her. As for her interest in art, I’m sure you can imagine how ambiguous that is. Short of putting someone in all the museums and art galleries on the West Coast, there was little we could do on that front. And a similar thing can be said about the potential Midwest connection.”
Logan had figured as much about all three. He was more interested in the phone calls. “And these?”
Fulkerson nodded. “We sent investigators to both places. Out of the two, Laguna seemed the most promising. There’s a thriving art community there, so it also checks that box.”
“And?”
“And we found nothing at either place.”
“How long were your investigators there?”
“Long enough.”
“How long?”
“A day at Laguna. A couple of hours at Braden.”
“Why only a couple hours?”
“It’s a small town, and chances were she was just passing through on the interstate, perhaps stopped to get some gas.”
“On her way to where?”
“That, we have no way of knowing. If she hadn’t made that call, we wouldn’t have even known she’d gone out that way.”
“Doesn’t seem to me like enough time spent in either place.”
Logan could sense Fulkerson trying not to glare at him. “You’ll have to take that up with Mrs. Johnson.”
“Why is that?”
“We recalled our people because she decided to put the investigation on hold.”
Emily again, Logan realized. Either Callie or Alan had begun to worry that the more Fulkerson and his team looked into things, the more likely word would get to the wrong people that the adoption wasn’t legitimate.
He glanced through the rest of the report, but didn’t see anything that needed clarification at the moment, so he smiled and stood up. “Thank you for your time. I’ll call you if I need anything else.”
The look on Fulkerson’s face was not what Logan would call excited.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Logan found a Starbucks, grabbed a cup of coffee, took the only empty table left, and then carefully went through Fulkerson’s detailed report. By the time he was done, his barely touched coffee was lukewarm.
While the notes on the investigation filled out a few things he was hazy on, it had provided no new information. What it did do was make Logan think more about the out-of-character phone calls Sara had placed from Laguna Beach and Braden. They were the only halfway decent leads. But were either of them important?
The only way to know for sure was to check both places, and given the distance between them, it would go a lot faster if he had help. While Harp and Barney might be able to assist Logan wherever he went, he was not about to send them off on their own.
He considered his options, then pulled out his phone.
“Yes?” a gruff voice answered after a single ring.
“Dev? It’s Logan Harper.”
“Logan,” Dev Martin said, brightening. “How ya doin’?”
“I’m okay. You?”
“I got nothing to complain about.”
Like Logan and Harp, Dev Martin also lived in Cambria. He was in his sixties, but looked at least ten years younger. A former Marine and Vietnam vet, he’d kept himself in great shape. There were few people, no matter their age, who’d want to mess with him. Dev and his network of former servicemen had proved extremely useful when Logan was looking for Tooney’s granddaughter, Elyse.
“Good to hear.” Logan paused. “Let me cut right to it. I’m wondering if you might be able to help me out with something.”
Dev let out a low laugh. “Didn’t think this was just a social call.”
Logan explained the situation and what he needed.
“Braden or Laguna Beach, huh?” Dev said. “Let me make a call, and I’ll get right back to you.”
“Thanks, Dev.”
“No worries.”
Less than five minutes later, Dev called back. “Chris Pepper,” he said. “Goes by Pep. He was Navy, but don’t hold that against him. Lives in Victorville, so could be in Braden in a couple of hours.”
“Thanks, Dev. That sounds perfect. ”
“Told him expenses would be covered.”
“No problem,” Logan said. “Give me his cell number and I’ll text him the picture we have of Sara. It isn’t great, but it’s all we got.”
“He’ll do what he can with it,” Dev said, and then rattled off the number.
“How soon can he get
out there?” Logan asked.
“I assumed you wanted them out there right away, so I already gave him the go ahead. If he’s not on the road already, he will be soon.”
It was almost six p.m. when Logan left the coffee shop. He thought Alan would still be at the office, but since he was close to the accountant’s house, he decided to try him there. When no one answered his knock right away, he guessed that he would have to come back later.
Then he heard a voice, distant and muffled. “Coming!”
A few seconds later, the deadbolt slid free and the door opened.
“Logan,” Alan said, surprised. “Come in. Come in.” He moved out of the way so Logan could enter, then shut the door behind him. “Sorry. Emily took a late nap, and I guess I fell asleep in the chair.”
“I didn’t mean to wake you,” Logan said.
“Are you kidding? I shouldn’t be sleeping at all. I’ve got too much work to do.”
“Yeah, I was beginning to think you were still at the office.”
Alan hesitated before saying, “Emily goes to this nursery school in the mornings. She’s been attending since…well, before, so I thought it best that she kept going. While she’s there I go into the office. Then, unless there’s no way around it, I work the afternoons here.”
Alan could have easily afforded a nanny, but Logan could see that wasn’t even an option for him. He was trying to make Emily’s life as unchanged as possible, and while Sara was no longer there for her after nursery school, he was.
“I won’t take up much of your time,” Logan said.
“Whatever you need.” Alan smiled. “Callie told me you’d agreed to help.”
“I’ll do what I can, but don’t get your hopes up. The agency Callie used to try to find Sara seems pretty first rate. I don’t have their resources so I may not find out anything at all.”
“I realize that,” Alan said. “I’m just happy someone’s trying.”
There was an awkward moment, then Logan said, “I’m here because I was hoping I could borrow the letter Sara left for you.”
Alan looked surprised. “Why do you want that?”
“I just want to make a copy of it. I’ll bring it back to you in the morning.”
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