CHAPTER SEVEN
Alexa was at the tail end of a long night. She still hunched over the files at the diner in Bagdad, which had decided to stay open all night to serve the unexpected windfall of law enforcement officers taking up most of the tables.
She sipped yet another cup of coffee poured by a waitress who looked as sleepy as she felt, and focused her tired eyes on the files to track down the latest line of inquiry. Over the many hours of night she had traced Tyson’s relatives, coworkers, and few friends and come up with nothing solid, but now, at last, she had found something.
A long shot, but something.
Tyson’s great-uncle, whom she hadn’t found earlier since he was on the maternal line with a different last name and had since died, had taken Robby Tyson on a few hunting and fishing
