“GEORGIA MINNICK HAD a brother at the prison,” Alf told them over dinner.
Percy glanced up from his meal. “So the letters are a dead end?”
Alf wiped his lips with his napkin and sat back. “It appears that way.”
“Had? As in he’s no longer there?” Edric scooped more potatoes onto his plate, drowning them in gravy.
“Had as in he was shivved in the shower eighteen months ago.”
Brita swallowed the last bite of her meatloaf and set her fork down. Percy was happy to see that she was looking more like herself. She had color in her cheeks and her golden-brown eyes seemed a little less haunted. Clearly she was settling into the investigation. “It doesn’t matter. I’m pretty sure Beard is our guy.”
Percy nodded. “Now we just need to prove it.”
“How do we do that?” Edric asked.
Brita watched Pe
