“But that doesn’t prove they’re still alive.”
“Nope. They might have left down and gone to meet their maker from some other launching pad. You know, negative evidence is still evidence.”
“Did you look under Robert Brown?”
She gave a breathy laugh. “Now there’s an embarrassment of riches. Not one Benjamin Bruninski, a whole army of Robert Browns. We can track those all down, look at the d-o-b’s and d-o-d’s and see if any of ’em look right. Do you have a birth date for our Robert Brown?”
“That I have. Wait a minute. Here it is. February 5, 1916.”
“Okay. I can use that and work over the Robert Browns, see if any of them lists that as a date-of-birth, and a date-of-death later than—what’s your cut-off date?”
“1964.” That was the date of the greeting card Bruninski sent to Jeb Harkins.
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