Ma shrugged. “The red hair and freckles are hard to forget.”
My grin widened. Tell me about it. “In any case, our trail has gone cold. Rosemary O’Malley is dead and her husband and son have been missing for almost as long. Plus, it seems no one is willing to help us find them, for whatever reason.”
Dad lifted his hand. “What about their house?”
I tilted my head. “What about their house?”
He shrugged. “I mean, was it abandoned? Or sold? And if it was sold, maybe the owner knows where to find the former occupant? I mean, a check has to have been mailed somewhere if Carl left before the sale went through. Or a deed needed to have been mailed. Worth a shot to check.”
I nodded. He was right. Carl would need cash if he was on the run―if he wasn’t dead to begin with. And a house, even in the
